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“What, never seen it in real life?” Her taunting mouth turns up again before she dives back under her panties.

Her chest rises and falls so quickly it makes her breasts bounce under the tight fabric.

I can even see the buds of her nipples poking through.

“Blue…” She’s moaning my name?

My cock leaks in response making a dark spot form near my pocket where it’s trapped.

Stay there. Please don’t get out.

She’s a broken heart and a lost friendship waiting to happen.

But she’s pushing me close to leaping into the land of “don’t give a shit”.

I ain’t a relationship kinda guy.

Never have been.

Never wanted to be.

Yet at this moment, I’d trade her my freedom for the chance to put my tongue where her hand is and have her scream my name.

“Oh fuck, I’m so close.” Her breathy whine is like hot bourbon heating me up from the inside out.

I can’t take anymore.

“Turn around and sit on my lap,” I growl. The rumble in my chest surprises me with my own intensity.

Her lids flutter open before she twirls, framing my thighs between hers.

I guide her higher, so my stiff cock presses against her ass.

She needs to know what she’s doing to me.

Tracing her arm with my palm, I cover her fingers with mine, then press further until I find her firm clit.

With a gasp, she jolts when I touch her for the first time.

“Come, and then no more. Deal?” My lips brush the shell of her ear. I’m so damn tempted to take her delicate lobe between my teeth.

Or kiss the tender skin of her neck.

I let my fingertip circle once, hard and fast.

Her entire body shivers.

“Tell me.” I freeze, cupping her wet pussy.

She’s a virgin.

Somehow I resist the urge to push into her.

She can’t give me her first time. I’m not her Prince Charming.

“Deal.” Her promise is an exhale that catches when I flick her engorged clit.

I’ve trained my hands to fly over the guitar strings.