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I pushed deeper and her pussy spasmed. No way was she going to come until I tasted her.

My lips pulled off her pebbled nipple and I fitted my shoulders between her thighs, her legs over my shoulders. My mouth latched onto her clit and I flicked my tongue in rhythm with my thrusting finger.

Good Lord, she was hot, and tight, and so fucking wet. And tasted unbelievably good.

“Oh. My. God.” Her hips surged up, her hand dove into my hair and she yanked until pain radiated over my scalp. Oh, yeah, she was sexy as fuck when she caught fire.

My teeth grazed the sensitive nub and she shouted once again. I added a second finger and needed to gently work to get both inside. Her excitement coated my way even though her pussy was clenching, sucking my fingers deeper.

No damn way was I going to fit without causing her pain.

“Kyle.” She paused, her body locked, and her thighs tightened on my head. “I… Kyle.”

My face thrashed between her legs, rubbing her clit with my tongue and my fingers fucked harder until she screamed in pleasure.

Her body sagged and I slowed my ministrations.

When Anaya sighed in satisfaction, I pulled my fingers free and licked her clean. Good God, the woman was perfect. She’d held nothing back. Completely and totally opened herself up.

“That tickles.” She wiggled her hips. “Everything’s sensitive.”

With one last long swipe of my tongue I pulled away. My eyes travelled up her belly, over her heavy tits, and finally to her face.

She was staring down at me and everything she was feeling was clear as day. She wasn’t hiding a damn thing.

“I’m speechless,” she muttered.

I placed a kiss on her pussy, one on her belly button, another between her breasts, and finally one on her lips. She flinched in surprise before her tongue came out and licked her orgasm off my lips.

So. Fucking. Sexy.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

“Why are you thanking me? I should be thanking you for that out-of-this-world orgasm.”

“For trusting me.”

“I do trust you,” she confirmed.

“I know you do, baby, means the world to me.”

I was fully on top of her, caging her in and there was no sign of distress or trepidation. Both her hands roamed my back, one leg hitched around my hip, the other tangled with mine. The head of my dick had zeroed in, knowing exactly where it wanted to be with no extra guidance from me.

“You ready, sweetheart?”

A sweet smile played at her lips and her eyes danced with need. Yeah, my woman was ready and her whispered response was more than I needed.

“Yeah, honey, more than. Hurry.”

My hips surged forward, and a moan was ripped not from her throat, but her soul. I could hear it, I could feel it, I could see it. And it belonged to me. All of it. All of her. She was mine in every way.

And I was never letting her go.

“Other leg up around my waist,” I grunted.

She wasted no time bringing up her leg and locking her ankles at the small of my back, her heels digging in.

I drove into her, she rocked into me, and I was so fucking lost in our connection, the feel of her, the sound of her, I almost missed it. My balls started to tingle, and even though she’d come on my fingers, I wanted more. No, I needed more. I needed to her come around my cock. I moved my hand between us, found her clit, and went to work making that happen.