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All that mattered was stoking her lust, making it good for her. Mapping her body and finding the points that triggered a moan or a shiver. And when I finally reached her beautiful pussy, I used my lips, teeth, and tongue to push her to new heights of pleasure with one orgasm after the other.

It was beautiful to watch her come when her moans turned into throaty cries once more.

“Please, Gabe.”

I sucked on her clit, then released it with a plop. “Please what?”

“I can’t—”

“Can’t what?”

“It’s too much.”

She squirmed under me until I splayed my hand across her smooth stomach, locking her in place. “One more.”

“Gabe,” she said, her voice raspy somewhere between a sigh and a plea.

“I’m calling the shots here, little one. And I demand one more,” I said before I started sucking again.

I pushed my finger inside first one, then another. Stretched her still incredibly tight walls.

I made a lazy circle around her clit. “I will fuck you here, and when I do, you will beg, Sophia. You won’t be able to stop yourself.”

She whimpered.

“And then”—I pulled my fingers out and made my way to her other hole, coated her beautiful rosebud with her own juices—“I will take you here—first my finger.” I circled, danced over the nerve endings there—her reply was instant and a beautifully sensual sigh. “And you will beg me to fuck you there, as well, won’t you, Sophia?”

She raised her head, stared at me.

I looked back, then winked before I breached her with my fingertip.

Her eyes widened.

In and out—I played with her—could see the rising lust in her eyes—exhaustion, too.

This would be her last orgasm.

I closed my lips around her clit again, sucked until she came once more with the tip of my finger in her ass.

And it was the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen.

CHAPTERTWENTY-EIGHT

Iwoke slowly, disoriented.

For a moment, I didn’t recognize the room I was in—the expensive modern furniture, the high ceiling, the late afternoon light filtering through the window.

I blinked, then it all came rushing back: Gabe. The sex. How he’d pleasured me for hours until I passed out from sheer exhaustion. But refused to finish the job of fucking me properly.

Heat flooded my cheeks as I remembered crying out his name. I’d been totally at his mercy, unable to do anything but feel.

He’d taken me to the edge of pleasure and pushed me over more times than I could count. Until I thought I might die from exhaustion.

Then I remembered his words that accompanied my last orgasm, and heat rushed through my body.

“You will beg me to fuck you there, as well, won’t you, Sophia?”

I got instantly aroused again. Could feel wetness pool between my legs.

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