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I lift her onto the vanity top, stepping between her legs as they part for me. Her dress rides up her thighs, revealing smooth light olive skin I immediately want to taste.

Her hands find the buttons on my shirt, fumbling slightly in her eagerness. I help her, shrug it off and toss it aside. Her eyes widen as she takes in my tattoos, she traces the wolf that covers my left pectoral.

"It's beautiful," she whispers.

I capture her mouth again, as I find the zipper of her dress. "May I?"

She nods, lifting slightly to help me pull the dress over her head. Underneath, she's wearing a black lace bra and matching panties that make my mouth go dry.

"Fuck, look at you," I breathe, taking in the sight of her. Her curves are lush and perfect.

I lower my head to press kisses along the tops of her breasts, reveling in the way her breath catches. When I reach behind her to unclasp her bra, she arches her back to help me.

Her breasts spill free, full and perfect with dark nipples already hard and begging for attention. I cup them in my hands, feeling their weight before lowering my mouth to take one nipple between my lips.

She gasps, her head falling back as I suck and lick, using just enough teeth to make her moan. Her hands clutch at my shoulders, and her nails dig in slightly.

"The other one," she pants, and I happily oblige, giving her other breast the same treatment while my hand slides up her inner thigh.

When I reach the edge of her panties, I look up at her. "Yes?"

"God, yes," she moans.

I slide my fingers beneath the lace, finding her already wet and ready. The knowledge that she wants this as badly as I do makes me throb against the confines of my jeans.

I stroke her slowly, and when I circle her clit, she jerks and cries out.

"You're sensitive," I note with a grin.

"Shut up," she gasps.

I drop to my knees in front of her, hooking my fingers in the waistband of her panties. She lifts her hips, allowing me to slide them down her legs and threw them somewhere.

Now she's completely naked before me, perched on my bathroom vanity, with her curls wild around her flushed face. It's the hottest thing I've ever seen.

"Spread your legs for me,"

She complies, opening herself to my gaze. Her pussy is perfect, and it's glistening with her arousal. What else could I ask for…

"I'm going to taste you now,"

"Please,"

I lift her legs, and place them over my shoulders as I lean in. The first swipe of my tongue through her folds pulls a moan from both of us. She tastes amazing, sweet and tangy and addictive.

I explore her with my mouth, finding the rhythm and pressure she responds to most. When I suck her clit between my lips, her thighs tighten around my head, and she cries out.

"Oh fuck, Axl!"

Hearing my name on her lips like that spurs me on. I slide two fingers inside her while continuing to work her clit with my tongue. Her pussy clench around my fingers as I curl them to find that spot inside her.

"Right there," she gasps, moving her hips against my face. "Don't stop!"

I have no intention of stopping. I work her relentlessly, adding a third finger and stretching her as I suck harder on her clit. Her moans grow louder, and her body tenses as she approaches the edge.

When she comes, it's with a cry that echoes off the bathroom tiles. Her back arches, her thighs clamp around my head, and her pussy pulses around my fingers. I work her through it, easing up only when she tugs at my hair, too sensitive to continue.

I stand, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, and look down at her sprawled across my vanity. Her chest heaves, her skin glows with a fine sheen of sweat, and her eyes are half-lidded with satisfaction.