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My stomach swoops violently at this very real show of emotion. “I know you’re gonna love to show me how it’s done.”

He thrusts his finger one last time. Deep enough to make my breath catch. He’s leaning in, his breath hot on my ear.

“You’re tight. We’re gonna have to do some prep before I fuck you here. You’ll let me fuck you, yeah? Because I’m good at that too.”

My skin goes up in flames. He’s being obscene. Forward. Presumptuous.

I love it.

“Yeah. The hurt—sometimes it’s good.”

He bites my earlobe, making me yelp. At the same time, he circles my clit with his fingertips. “You’re one fucking surprise after another. It’s infuriating.”

“The good kind of infuriating, I hope?”

He chuckles. Then he’s falling to his knees and he’s pushing up my skirt and pulling down my underwear. “Yes. The good kind.”

I hiss at the rush of fresh air against my aching center. He arcs his thumb over the spot on my thigh where he bit me.

“That hurt?”

I shake my head. “The reminder of what we did—I like it.”

He leans in and presses the gentlest of kisses to the same spot, soothing it with his lips and tongue. But it’s when he hooks my leg over his shoulder and looks up at me that I stop being able to breathe.

“Watch how good I can be to you.” He runs his hand up my bare thigh, the one resting on the broad expanse of his shoulder. “Maybe then you’ll be a little better to yourself.”

There’s a flutter where my heart should be. I grope blindly for the organ, wondering where the hell it went. The same way I grope for air.

What is happening?

Why can’t I get a grip on my body?

He lifts his hands and gently parts me. “Fuck, you’re pretty.”

I laugh, because I’m worried I’ll cry if I don’t. “Thanks? Thank you?”

He uses his thumbs to play with me, running one through my slit, tickling my clit with the other.

It’s all I can do not to convulse. I feel like I’m being crushed by the weight of my need to come. This is a heavy, heavy thing to carry, and I’m not sure how much longer I can last.

Make it last. I don’t wanna go home.

He tilts his head down, his neck bending in the sexiest way imaginable as he presses his lips to my clit.

I bite back a loud moan at the sharp-edged lust that tears through my core. His mouth is soft and hot and everything I didn’t know I needed.

His tongue slips between the seam of his lips. He licks me. Kisses me. Toys with me, pressing the tip of his tongue to my clit before sucking it into his mouth.

I grab at him. Grab his hair, reveling in the feel of the thick mass of it.

“Colt.” I tug. “I’m…already…so close.”

In reply, he gives my cunt an open-mouthed kiss. Tongue and lips and, God, just everything.

It. Is. Everything.

This is no half-assed ministration done in the hopes of getting laid. This is the real deal. I don’t have to fake my enjoyment because, well, how could I not enjoy the hell out of this?