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I dip my head and let my mouth hover just above her clit, letting my breath tickle the sensitive bud as I continue to pump my fingers in and out of her pussy.

“Cormac.”

Her fingers find my hair, and she desperately tries to lower my mouth.

But I don’t give in.

“Remember, baby. Manners get rewarded,” I warn as I slide my fingers free.

Fiona lets out a cry of protest as I leave her wet and aching.

I smirk at her. “Do you want to try that again?”

She scowls down at me, though it only turns me on more.

“Fuck, you’re sexy when you’re mad.”

“Please,” she bites out.

“Sorry, what was that?”

Fiona exhales through her nose, and I bite back a groan as I watch her breasts bob.

“Please, Cormac.”

I smirk as I lower my mouth, making sure not to break eye contact as I slowly run the pad of my tongue over her clit.

Fiona’s breath catches, and her body jolts with pleasure, so I do it again, this time sinking my fingers back inside at the same time.

Her eyes flutter closed. “Just like that.”

It takes every ounce of self-control I have not to come.

She’s so damn sweet, and I lap up every drop of her arousal that she gives me.

When her thighs start to tremble, I focus my mouth on her clit as I slowly start to curl my fingers, hitting that sweet spot that will have her seeing stars.

When I press my hand down on her lower stomach, holding her in place as I lick and suck at her clit, it’s enough to finally send her over the edge.

“Cormac!” she cries out, her back bowing off the bed as she climaxes.

I swallow a groan as my cock jerks.

I’m so desperate to be inside her, but I don’t stop until she collapses back against the pillows.

“Well done, Fi,” I praise.

She watches with glazed eyes as I slide my fingers free and suck them clean, groaning as I taste her.

When I shift to sit back on my heels, her eyes fall to my cock, and I smirk as I take myself in my hand.

“Look what you do to me.”

“I could say the same to you,” she says as she slowly lifts her legs up until they’re flush with her chest.

“Fiona,” I growl.

“Yes, Cormac?” she asks innocently.