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I can’t come yet, though. I’ve got a little bit before I get there myself, and I’m good with that.

She does what I demand without question, and I smile down at her as I begin to undress. My tie first, then my shirt, tugging it from my waistband before I unbutton it. Keely watches me, her eyes taking in every fucking move, soaking it all in.

Every single moment.

And again, it’s hot as fuck. Everything she does is, though.

Reaching for the belt at my waist, I begin to unbuckle it. “Spread your legs, babe. I want to see your pretty pussy.”

Her breath hitches, her swollen pink lips part, and she lifts her gaze to meet mine as she slowly does what I’ve asked. Flicking my focus down to her cunt, I grunt at the sight. It’s pink and swollen, still wet and so fucking ready for my mouth.

“Touch yourself,” I grind out as I pull my belt out of the loops, toe off my shoes, and push my pants down, then my underwear. Reaching down, I take my socks off, tossing them with my pants, shirt, and tie, but I keep my belt.

Elodie found a great belt here, and I think I’m going to use it.

Keely slips her fingers between her legs, and I watch as she begins to touch her pussy. She’s ready for more, so damn needy, so fucking wet and swollen, I can’t wait to taste her. But I want her worked up, on the edge, and ready to fall over the minute my mouth is between her thighs.

I look up to meet her eyes, her eyes focused on mine as she begins to touch herself. I want to watch, but I can’t look away from her. Her lips part as she begins to climb higher. Fucking hell, she’s perfect.

My fingers itch to reach out and touch her, to pinch her nipples, to tug on them. But I don’t. Instead, I instruct her to do that. She does. And I am in for a goddamn show, because whatever hesitancy she had a few moments ago, it’s gone.

Keely is now in the throes of her fucking ecstasy. She is climbing that goddamn mountain, and I have to squeeze my cock to keep from coming instantly. She’s that beautiful as she pinches her nipple, tugging on it, then switching to the other, while her hand works her cunt between her legs.

She’s so fucking close, and I know she’s about to come. Her head falls back between her shoulders, her hips lifting as she searches and climbs. I can’t fucking wait for it, but I also can’t let her yet. I need to taste her.

“Stop,” I bark.

Her breath hitches, and she lifts her head, her eyes finding mine. “You’re coming on my tongue, baby.”

“Yes,” she hisses.

Instead of sinking down to my knees, I walk over to the bed, climbing on and lying down on two stacked pillows. Without another single word of instruction, Keely climbs over to me, then up my body.

She’s taking too long. Reaching for her waist, I drag her up my chest, then place her pussy against my waiting tongue. My mouth is fucking watering for her. The small taste I had wasn’t enough. I need more.

The moment my tongue slides through her center, I close my eyes, my own ecstasy rolling throughout my entire body.

Yes.

I don’t have to lead the way here for long. By the time my tongue swirls her clit, she begins to move her hips, riding my mouth, and I let her, loving every fucking second. If I was going to die young, this is exactly how I would like to go down, smothered by my woman’s cunt.

Fucking beautiful.

CHAPTER

FIFTY-FIVE

KEELY

Two orgasms in the matter of what feels like seconds is almost exhausting, but I’m ready for more because I’m no quitter. I still feel an empty ache between my legs that I know won’t go away until he’s inside me.

And I want him to fill me, to stretch me, to consume me as only he can. Gripping the headboard, I drop my head as I try to catch my breath without falling over. My muscles are weak, my body limp.

My rest doesn’t last long. Brock is ready for more. He shifts me off his face and picks me up, placing me beside him. It’s not quite what I expected, but when he sits up, his eyes find mine, and he smirks.

“Turn around,” he murmurs, his voice low and smooth.

It’s commanding and slides down my spine in a way that I didn’t think was even possible. It feels like warm oil gliding over my entire naked body. I turn around, my back to him. I hear something jingle behind me, but I don’t know what it could be. Then I feel his lips touch my shoulder.