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I push her hair away from her face, and her expression shifts at the softness of it.

“Don’t get sweet on me now, Papi,” she breathes.

“Can’t help it.” I kiss the corner of her mouth. “Finally got you in my bed.”

“You haven’t got shit.”

I drag my mouth down her throat, smiling against her skin. “You’re naked under me, Mama. I’ve got fucking everything,”

“Arrogant pendejo.” Her hand twists into my hair.

I smirk, and kiss down her neck, taking my time even though every part of me is screaming to rush. Her breath catches when my teeth graze her shoulder, and I do it again just to feel her body tense beneath mine.

“You have no fucking idea how many times I’ve thought about this,” I murmur against her skin.

She arches into me. “Stop talking.”

“So goddamn bossy.”

“Revel.”

The warning in my name goes straight through me.

I lift my head. “Tell me what you want then, Mama.”

Her eyes narrow. “You know what I want.”

“Still wanna hear you say it.”

She pulls me down until her mouth brushes mine.

“Fuck me before I change my mind.”

My grin comes out slow. “Mm, fuck. That's my girl.”

I grab her thighs and spread them, pushing them back as I settle between them.

Fuck.

She’s already soaked for me.

I pull her thin white thong to the side, and spit on her clit, then use two fingers to spread it through her, slow enough to make her squirm. My mouth drags along the inside of her thigh, teeth catching her skin in a light bite before I do the same to the other side.

“Revel,” she breathes, already impatient.

I grin against her. “I know, Mama.”

Then I slide those same two fingers inside her and lower my mouth to her clit. Her thighs tense around my head, fingers twisting into my hair as I curl them slowly, finding the spot that makes her hips jerk.

“So fucking wet for me,” I murmur against her. “Knew you would be.”

Her hips start moving against my mouth, chasing every flick of my tongue and every curl of my fingers. She’s so fucking responsive I can feel every little change in her—her thighs tightening, her stomach pulling in, the way her breath catches harder each time I hit the right spot.

“Ay, papi,” she gasps, fingers twisting tighter in my hair. “Don’t stop. Don’t you fucking stop.”

Fucking hell.

I’ve imagined this more times than I’ll ever admit, but none of it came close to seeing her like this. Cece, all fire and attitude, falling apart because of me.