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“Yes. Please.”

“Good girl.”

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Ballas

I slide my fingers into her panties, over her slit, and find her already soaked. A deep growl escapes my throat.

“You’re already wet for me.”

Karis lets out a soft moan in response and lord help me, my dick swells. I press my lips to the intoxicating skin of her neck, breathing in her scent that makes me dizzy. This time, I know it’s not my head spinning me up. It’s all her.

I run my tongue over the expanse of her taut flesh, savoring her sensual flavor. I roam up to her earlobe and bite it between my teeth.

“I’m going to make you come…but I’ll give you the choice.” I curl the tip around the shell of her ear and flick it. “Either my fingers or my tongue.”

She whimpers a sound of encouragement as I swirl both my tongue and my fingers. Her hips buck against my hand.

“Both?”

I chuckle darkly at her breathy response and consider our location. With a quick perusal of the counter, I drop my hands, lift her in my arms, and swing her up onto the flat surface of the kitchen bar that bisects the kitchen and dining area.

The buzz of sexual need courses through my blood stream. I skim my hands up the inside of her thighs, toying with the hem before slipping my fingers under her shirt and flattening my hand over her stomach. I glide my fingers over the flat of her belly, enjoying the way it concaves when she sucks in a sexy breath.

Just because I can, I lean down and circle her belly button with my tongue, dipping inside as she trembles and moans in pleasure. I make a wet trail upward toward her breasts as goose bumps form along the way. When I reach the outline of one pebbled nub poking through her bra, I skate patterns over the lace with my finger, followed by a flick of my tongue.

With Karis lying flat on the surface of the counter, my erection nestles perfectly at the juncture of her spread legs. I grind my hips against her pussy, the heat from her driving me wild. God, what I wouldn’t give to bury myself inside her right this minute.

Knowing it’s out of the question, I return my attention to her supple tits, full and plump. I cup them in my palms and roll my thumbs over the stiff peaks of her nipples.

“Fucking perfect,” I murmur before I wrench the cups of her bra down and her tits pop free.

Karis lets out a torn cry when I take one of her nipples between my teeth and suck it hard, tugging the beaded nub inside my mouth.

Karis laces her fingers through the strands of hair at the back of my head, pulling roughly to extract a groan from me. The sensation sends a wave of pleasure down to my swollen cock. I sweep my tongue over each distended nipple and squeeze her plump breasts.

Then I work my way back down her core, using the scruff of my beard to score over her sensitive flesh until I reach the top of her leggings. I tug them off with ease, removing her panties along with them. She kicks them off her ankles and I’m treated to the most beautiful sight.

My gaze is now centered on her bare pussy glistening with wetness. When I peer back up at Karis’s face, her eyes are closed and her lips parted.

“Eyes open and down here, princess. You’re going to watch me fuck your pussy with my fingers and my mouth just like you ordered.”

Karis’s eyes fly open and connect with mine. They smolder with desire as she bites down on her lower lip.

I drag my thumb through her sex and bring it to my mouth, licking the pad to taste what I’ve been missing for so long. Her eyes grow wide and her lips part with a slack jaw.

“You want a taste, princess?” I give her a sexy grin, offering her my thumb like a gift to a queen.

Her lips wrap around my thumb without hesitation and the suction of her mouth has my cock twitching in desperation for what it wants and needs.

I lightly strum over her sensitive clit, increasing the pressure as I circle the pulsing nub. Karis squirms under my ministrations until I finally slide a finger inside her wet entrance. The glorious tight heat I find when I thrust in has me gritting my teeth in need. Her grip on my hair tightens and her body jerks in response each time I sink and withdraw my finger. When I add a second, I swirl and scissor, finding a rhythm to exact her pleasure.

“Ballas,” she hisses out the moment I withdraw my fingers and my mouth takes their place. “Oh my God…”

I simply growl like an animal at her wet heat. With each stroke of my tongue, my mouth floods with her taste. It makes me want to whip out my cock and slam into her, fucking her hard and fast until we are both dizzy with pleasure and reaching for that high.

That’s what I would normally do. The denial of pleasure for me is almost unbearable, something I’ve never had to suffer through before. I’m usually on a quest to fuck until we’re both screaming out our releases.

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