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Sixteen

Finn

Kneeling in front of my girlfriend, I kiss my way up her inner thigh until I reach her center. I tug the gusset of her panties to the side, exposing the soft curls there.

I inhale her musky scent, noticing her shiver.

I run my tongue over her split. She tastes like ripe summer fruit, and she’s wetting my face with her sticky essence.

“Finn,” she gasps.

I press my lips on a freckle inside her thigh, then look up at her.

“You good?”

“So good I might pass out.”

“Then lie back and let me do this for you.”

I glance up at her face. Once I’m satisfied that she’s comfortable and free of any thought between her pretty ears, I lift my aching cock out of my trousers.

I rub myself as I stroke through her wet folds with my thumb, reveling in the ache. The need.

While gripping myself, I hike one of her legs over my shoulder to spread her wide for me.

I split open her ripeness with my tongue, bathing my face in her sweetness.

Her hard clit is begging for me.

“More. More, Finn!”

I pump myself while I lick her from top to bottom, swirling my tongue over both holes.

“Oh my god…” she moans.

“Mine…all mine…”

I fuck her with my tongue, drinking her in.

Soon, we’ll be doing this in our bed. I hope she likes what I have planned for her.

I take her clit into my mouth, carefully. I nearly explode as she begins to shake, her orgasm rattling through her.

The writhing is almost too much. I should stop, but I don’t. I feast on her, more and more, until I’ve wrung out every last moan. Until she’s utterly sated.

I want her full of me, every morning and every night. As much as she can take.

Seventeen

Two monthslater

Skylar

My bookstore is finally finished.

And today, I get to see it.

OK, it took a month longer to get it just right.

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