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His words.

His fucking words make me forget about everything going on in the world. It's just us living out our wildest dreams, searching for our pleasure. I can feel myself getting wetter as he speaks.

I could come from his words alone.

The way he speaks to me, like he owns every inch of my body, unravels me completely. This feeling is like no other. I've never felt this, this connection to another person. He knows exactly what I like, exactly what I need—what I crave.

He gives me his everything. No holding back.

I watchbreathlessly as his lips slightly part, his tongue teasing. Then a slow strand of saliva slips from his mouth, landing right on my clit. My body jolts at the contact, already spun up from anticipation, just begging for his touch.

Then his head dips.

A strangled moan escapes my throat, and my eyes roll back when his lips finally connect with my aching, swollen clit.

“Oh, god, yes, Jay,” I pant, lifting my hips up to him. “Don’t stop. Keep doing that.”

He speaks, licking and massaging me with his tongue between words, “I’m gonna lick every inch of this sweet pussy. Gonna lap up every bit of your sweet honey when you come for me. Been dreaming about you, Peachy.”

Then he's sucking and rolling his tongue over my throbbing center.

Over and over…

Fast, then slow…

Working me up and driving me fucking wild.

The feel of his warm, wet lips, the flick of his tongue, and the vibrations of the toy have me on the edge in minutes.

“Oh, fuck!” I cry out as my body bursts into the sweetest bliss, my core clenching around the vibrator.

Aftershocks still tremble throughout my body when he finally pulls it from me. Then he dips his head one lasttime, slowly licking me—tracing my sensitive curves with the flat of his tongue, from the back all the way to my front.

When he finally reaches my clit, he pauses, sucking so hard on the bundle of nerves, and causing another wave of pleasure to consume me.

My uncontrollable moans fill the room.

He releases me with a wet pop.

“Am I still your favorite flavor?” I ask breathlessly, with a teasing smile, when he finally lifts his head.

He swipes his sweaty face with the back of his hand, his eyes burning into mine. “Goddamn, Peachy, you taste so fucking delicious. I can’t get enough of your pussy.” he continues, his deep voice completely wrecked. “Everything about you is my favorite. I crave everything about you, your body, the way you taste, the sweet fucking sounds you make…” He fists his length, jaw clenched tight. “I stay hard as fuck thinking about you.”

I feel his words in the depths of my soul.

“How did you ever keep your hands to yourself for so long?”

He grunts, nudging my leg to make room for him in the bed. “I didn’t exactly keep my hands to myself, now, did I?”

I giggle because neither of us did—really.

“I guess we both kinda suck at that.”

“Now get on top of me and ride my dick like you still hate me, Peachy.”

“Asshole,” I huff as he grips my hips and pulls me over.

My legs spread wide, straddling his thick thighs.

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