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“What?”

“It’s a new position we haven’t tried. C’mere.” And then he adds. “Hold onto the couch.”

I have no idea why—

“Oh shit!” That’s why. His tongue swipes up through my entrance and then he sucks on my clit. A moan wrenches free from my throat and the pleasure ripples through my body until I’m riding his face and moaning his name.

When his tongue goes inside of me, I swear a sob cascades out of me.

“Fuck, you taste so good, Sully. Like candy.” His nose rubs my clit as he french kisses me down there. When he comes up for air and sucks hard on my clit, I explode. Gushing out onto him.

I hear him slurping me up and can’t stop riding his face. I feel completely unhinged. Unmoored. Oh my God.

“Baby, can I come on your tits?”

Oh. Fuck. There’s more?

When I look down, behind me, I see him fisting his cock.

“Yes,” I say with not just a hint of desperation.

And then he slides his cock under my baggy shirt and shoots his cum between my breasts. It’s warm. Sticky. And fuck if I don’t feel like he just claimed me. Which is an absolutely asinine thought to have. But I have it all the same.

Without lifting my shirt, one large hand roams up my stomach. Thumb on one nipple, pinky on the other, he massages his cum into my skin, all the while looking at me with the most intense look in his eyes.

“That was fucking hot, Sully.”

“Ya. Um…and I think I got enough for my research.”

Chapter 4

Pax

Detached. That’s my sole objective here. But fuck that. This girl needs more. I can feel it.

“You want more, Sully?” I can already feel myself hardening again.

“More?”

Her hands grip my shoulders as I feel her thighs clench around my waist, so I glide her up along my dick. “Ya, baby. Whatever you want.”

“I don’t want to have sex,” she says even though she licks her bottom lip. I’m definitely not here to pressure her into anything she doesn’t want, but I get the sense that she wants more. She’s curious. Thirsty for more.

“Sully.” I look her in the eyes. “You can do whatever you want with me. Explore. Try anything you want. I won’t hurt you, and I’m up for anything.” My reputation as a playboy has gotten around for good reason. And even though right now I’m offering myself up to her, I don’t feel like an object. I feel like I’m part of something more important. Does that sound crazy? Probably. But there’s something about Sully that I want to fill. And no, I don’t mean her pussy. It’s like she’s eager and looking for something, and I could be that something. Even just for one night. Shit, that hits something deep in my chest. And as I lay here, waiting for her answer, I realize I’m holding my breath.

“Ya. I could try more.”

“What do you want?”

I don’t know what I’m expecting, but it’s not this.

“Would you…kiss me?”

In one swift move, I reach behind me and whip off my shirt. Then I caress her face. Leaning in, I give her a chance to close the distance. When she does, soft lips rest on mine for a moment before swiping across my mouth. Softly, I kiss her in return until I feel her chest exhale deeply and know that she’s settled. Then I draw my tongue along her lip until she opens for me. She’s so fucking sweet. She’s nothing like the women I usually hook up with. And this kiss might be my worst mistake. But I’m not letting that get to me. Right now, all I want is to be what she needs.

The kiss deepens and grows hotter by the second. She rubs herself on my abs and her naked pussy is soaked. Fuck, she feels amazing. I love how she explores, not just me but her own body.

“Can I-can I feel you?” She pants over my mouth.