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I whimper before I can stop myself. My back lifts off the bed, thighs shaking.
“Oh, fuck?—”
“Patience,” he says, then his mouth finally closes over my pussy.
The sensation hits me hard. His tongue is warm and wet, pressing on me, licking me slowly. I gasp as my hands fly to the sheets. I’ve never felt anything like it.
He grips my thighs and holds me open while he eats me like he’s starving. His tongue flicks my clit, then flattens against it. A low groan leaves him against my pussy. My hips start to move without permission.
“Stay still,” he growls, but his grip tightens.
He slides a finger into my core, and I cry out. It burns, but he doesn’t stop. He fucks me with his finger slowly, curling it inside me while his mouth keeps working my clit.
“Still tight,” he mutters. “Still not ready to take this cock.”
“Oh God,” I gasp. “Oh?—”
“That’s it,” he says. “Take it.”
He adds another finger, stretching me. He keeps sucking my clit while fingering me, and my body spirals again, too fast. I can’t stop it.
I’m shaking, my thighs trembling, my pleasure building too fast. My orgasm crashes over me before I even know what’s happening.
I sob as I come.
He doesn’t pull away until I’m finished, until I’m boneless and panting.
“So needy.” He licks his fingers clean.
He moves back up the bed and kisses me, like he wants me to taste myself on his tongue, before he stands and yanks his pants off.
His cock is hard and thick—bigger than I remember—and fear curls low in my stomach, but not enough to stop me.
“Get up,” he says. “You’re on top.”
I blink, still dazed. “What?”
He grips my hips and pulls me into his lap, sitting on the bed now, his cock hard between us.
“I want you to fuck me first,” he says. “I want to watch you take me the way you want.”
My breath catches as I look down at his cock. My pussy clenches again at the sight.
“I don’t know how,” I admit.
“Yes, you do,” he says. “You ride it. You enjoy it. I’ll be right here, watching every fucking second.”
He holds his cock in one hand, guiding it closer to me. I hover above him, already trembling.
“Take a deep breath for me.”
I do as he says as I lower just an inch, until the tip of his cock brushes against my entrance.
He groans, gripping my waist as I sink down inch by inch. “That’s it. Take your time.”
The stretch is deep, and the burning is almost unbearable.
“Oh fuck—” I gasp.
