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I look at the vibrator in his hand. “I like using toys. I like missionary and being fucked from behind. I like being on top, too. And I like it when a guy licks and kisses my nipples.”

Sam runs his tongue along his bottom lip. “Do you like oral?”

I nod. “Yeah, I like it a lot. I just…” I drag my bottom lip through my teeth. “I just can’t come from it. But it feels good.”

“It’s okay. We don’t need to stress about orgasms. This is all about you. Your pleasure. Figuring out what you like, okay?”

Sam’s gentle tone is an instant comfort. And an instant turn-on too. He’s being so soft and sexy right now.

His gaze turns sharp. “Take off your clothes.”

Chapter 19

Dakota

Sam’s rough, low command makes my pussy ache. I sit up, take off my hoodie, and slide off my yoga pants.

Sam stares at the pink cotton thong I’m wearing. “Those stay on.” His eyes cut to me. “Lie down.”

I lay back down on the bed, resting against the pillows.

His gaze catches on my boobs. “So pretty.”

“Really?”

He nods, then gently works my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. My mouth falls open as I gasp. My skin is hot and tingly as Sam plays with my nipple. A minute later, he lowers his mouth to my other nipple, capturing it in his mouth.

“Oh god…” My eyes roll back as he teases his tongue around the hard bud. My brain scrambles as he works my tits in his mouth and his hand. It goes on for minutes, until my clit is throbbing and my thong is soaked.

When he finally pulls his mouth away, he looks at me. His pupils are blown out. His eyes are pools of black, ringed blue-green.

“Do you like the way this feels?” he asks.

“God, yes.”

He makes a satisfied hum. “So you really do like having your tits played with and sucked on.”

He puts his mouth back on me, gently biting my nipple. I gasp and whine.

“Those are some mouth-watering tits you have, beautiful.”

My heart skids in my chest. Hearing Sam call me beautiful while he compliments a part of my body that I’m insecure about has me floating.

When I don’t say anything, he grips my chin in his hand. “What is it?”

“I’m not used to guys saying nice things about my boobs.”

He frowns like he’s angry. “Seriously?”

I nod. “I’ve been told they’re too small. And that I need implants.”

Anger flashes in his eyes. “Fucking assholes,” he mutters.

With both hands, he works my nipples. My head falls back, and I moan at how good it feels.

“You have the most perfect tits I’ve ever seen, Dakota. So fucking pretty.”

My pussy is aching even though he’s not even touching me there. But it’s like there’s some invisible live wire that runs between my boobs to all the way between my legs.

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