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The glide of his tongue over my clit has me moaning and my forehead pressing to the headboard.

My body starts to move.

One of his hands snakes up my body and cups my boob, pinching my nipple. His other hand slips a finger inside me from behind, slowly fucking me as I rhythmically ride his tongue, gliding it over my clit in perfect slides that have me seeing stars.

“That’s it, Beautiful. Fuck my face.”

My movements get more frantic and uncoordinated as I chase my release.

Then, I’m coming hard, crying out his name as my orgasm pulses through me.

I slump against the headboard, all energy zapped from me after that intense orgasm.

Kaden lifts me and slides me down his body, so I’m draped over him, lying on my side so that I’m comfortable with my bump.

“That was amazing,” I say on a labored breath.

“You’re amazing.” He kisses my forehead.

I can feel his hard cock digging into my hip. I reach back with my hand, slide it beneath the covers, and wrap it around his dick. He hisses out a breath.

I start to jack him off, tilting my face up to look at him.

He leans down and kisses me. I can taste myself on his lips and tongue.

“You wanna fuck, Beautiful?”

“Yes, please.”

He moves me off him and onto my back. Grabs a pillow and tells me to lift my ass. He slides the pillow beneath me, elevating my hips.

“Spread your legs.”

The command in his tone sends a shiver hurtling down my spine.

I part them.

“Wider.”

I spread them as wide as they’ll go. He takes hold of both my ankles and lifts my legs, bending my knees and placing my feet onto the mattress.

I’m spread wide open and on display for him.

I don’t feel embarrassed. All I feel is anticipation for what I know is to come.

He fists his shaft, giving his cock a few hard strokes. Then, he crawls over me.

His mouth finds mine. A gentle kiss. “You ready for me, Beautiful?”

All I can do is nod.

His tongue darts out to lick his bottom lip.

He rises so he’s kneeling between my legs, then guides his cock inside me. I suck in a breath at the first press of him. His cock is big.

He pushes into me slowly, inch by thick inch, until he’s fully seated inside me. There’s a gleam of sweat across his chest—from the exertion of holding back when I know what he wanted to do was bury himself deep in me.

“You good?” he asks on a panting breath.

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