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Doug grips my thighs with his large hands, spreading me wide, almost bending me in half, as he devours me, and all thoughts of Aldo and Lane evaporate. There’s no tentative lapping, no teasing. He buries his face, licking and sucking as though I’m his last meal, and my head spins with the intensity of it. My hand grips his hair, and he moans against me, his short beard scraping my skin in a way that makes me want to ride his face.

Something about this man unleashes something feral in me that I’ve never known existed—a raw sexual longing that I have no interest in trying to tame. My orgasm builds, and I fist his hair tighter, pushing him harder between my legs, but he doesn’t try to pull away. His tongue laps relentlessly at my clit and I press my lips together, holding my breath as my entire body tenses, arching off the bed while my pussy pulses with pleasure.

Doug eases off, letting my feet find purchase on the covers, but continues gentle caresses with his tongue until I’m limp and trembling. Then he moves away. Wiping his mouth with his forearm, he climbs off the bed, breathing hard. He picks up his jeans and pulls out his wallet, freeing a condom. When he tears it open, sliding it on over his fat cock, he pauses, locking eyes with me in question.Last chance to back out.

In answer, I sit up and unclasp my bra, dropping it to the floor with the rest of my clothes. Then, I take my breasts in my hands, rubbing my thumbs over the hardened nipples, never once taking my eyes off his. He steps closer and I lie back on the bed, one hand sliding down my body.

“You dirty fucking minx,” Doug mutters.

My teeth sink into my lip, almost hard enough to draw blood, as I let my fingers slip over my sensitive folds. Doug makes a low rumbling sound and climbs up onto the bed. Gripping my waist, he flips me onto my stomach, and I gasp in surprise. I have no time to question as he lifts me onto my knees and palms my ass.

“Fucking beautiful,” he breathes, his thumbs stroking my skin. “I forgot about this.”

His fingers trace the outline of my tattoo with whisper-like touches until he reaches my ass, which he palms, spreading me apart.

I brace myself on my forearms, my face burning as I try not to think about how exposed I am. A breath of warm air against my swollen folds is the only warning I have before he plunges his tongue inside me.

“Fuck,” I moan into the covers. “Doug.”

He pulls away, replacing his tongue with two fingers, drawing a long moan from my chest. “Oh, I’m just getting started, love.”

His fingers pump slowly, his breath still warm against my skin. Then his tongue licks a stripe from my pussy to my ass and I release a strangled noise into the pillow.

“Relax, Minx,” he says. “I’m going to blow your mind.”

And I believe him. Still spearing me with his fingers, his tongue gently probes where no one has ever touched before and it’s a sensation I never thought I’d want or enjoy. I’m still too aware to relax properly, though, and when he pulls back, I’m a little relieved. But then he removes his fingers and I feel the thick head of his cock against my entrance instead.

I push back, eager as hell for him to fill me, and he chuckles softly, the sound sending shivers down my spine.

A long moan tears from me, muffled by the pillow as he pushes forward, stretching and filling me. It’s all consuming, and the need for him to fuck me into oblivion is as sharp as a knife.

“Fuck,” he whispers, his hands gripping my ass as he pulls out a little before pushing back in. “You feel so fucking good wrapped around my dick.”

I try to reply, but it’s just a mumbled noise. Apparently, I can’t form words anymore.

On the first snap of his hips, I almost fall forward, my arms threatening to give way, but I hold on, my breaths becoming whimpers as he slams into me over and over. Doug fucks me like he owns me, and I never want it to stop.

The room fills with the sounds of our mingled pants and slapping skin and I wish I could see him. I want to see his muscles contracting, the look on his face as he fucks into me relentlessly.

One of his hands leaves my hips, taking hold of my ponytail, and as he wraps it around his fist, pulling, I cry out.

“Hush, love,” he says, his steady rhythm never faltering as he pounds me closer to the edge of oblivion. “You take my cock so fucking well.”

His other hand slides round to my clit and I swallow my whimper of pleasure. “I’m so close,” I grit out.

“Good.” He grunts. “Come for me, Minx. Come all over my fat cock.”

He pounds into me with enough force that I know I’ll be feeling it the whole trip home tomorrow and maybe that’s the point. I want to remember this, though. I want to feel him tomorrow. As I start to clench around him, his hand spreads me apart, and his thumb teases my ass, pushing just inside. I’m already so full of him, and as he continues to stroke at my clit with his other hand, my orgasm barrels through me with such force that I stop breathing, sparks flickering at the edge of my vision.

I’m vaguely aware of Doug slowing, cursing under his breath as his fingers tighten on my hip. And then the fullness is gone and I’m lying on the bed as he presses kisses along my spine.

“Fucking hell.” He chuckles against my shoulder, nudging me with his nose. “You’re a wild ride, Minx.”

I grunt in response, my eyes closed as I try to claw my way back to my body. The bed shifts and then water sounds as Doug cleans up in the bathroom. Will he stay? He can’t. He can’t be found in my room. Do I want him to stay?

Before I can settle on an answer, the rustling of material tells me what I need to know, and I shift on the pillows to watch him as he dresses. Even though I’m more sated than I’ve ever been in my life, a thin vein of disappointment runs through my thoughts. There’s so much more I want to do with the sexy, forbidden man in front of me. I want to taste him. I want to ride him. I want to kiss him again. Was this just a one off? I don’t want to ask—don’t want to risk ruining whatever this was.

He pushes a hand through his thick, brown hair and walks over to the bed, stopping to press a soft kiss to my lips as the streetlights cast his handsome features in shadow. I roll onto my back, cupping his face with my hands and kissing him in a way that I hope lets him know that if he wants more, I’m here for it.

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