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Then I feel my jersey being pushed up to my collarbone, and kisses trail up my center, over my belly, in between my breasts, and then to one breast. The pull on my nipple finally spurs me to open my eyes. I look down and see Beck with a wicked look on his face. He’s smirking, but he also has my nipple between his teeth. It stings, but doesn’t hurt.

Beck palms my breast with one hand while his other holds him up so he isn’t putting all his weight on me. He opens his mouth again and sucks on my nipple, which triggers a pulsing between my legs.

I bring my hands to his head, holding him in place. “That feels so good.”

He pulls my nipple in one more time, then lets it pop from his mouth. “You’re a good girl, staying in my jersey. Did you try to wait for me, Boss? Were you dreaming about me? Were you hoping I’d wake you up to wreck this pussy?”

His words make me blush, and I can feel the heat run from my face down to my clit. We’ve always been vocal with each other, never embarrassed, and we’ve definitely gotten more vocal with all the sex we’ve been having. Making up for lost time, I guess. Maybe it’s because I’m still sleepy, but his words hit differently, and I’m starting to feel overheated. I let go of his head and grab the bottom hem to pull my jersey off, which stops Beck’s exploration of my breasts.

“What do you think you’re doing, Boss? I didn’t say you could take my jersey off. I want to see my name across your back while I fuck you. You look so pretty, splayed out like this. Legs open, tits peaked, just for me. My number on your chest, my name on your back.” He releases his hold on my breast and reaches for my hand, pulling it away from the jersey. “On, baby.”

I just nod and bring my hands back to his head and drag my fingers through his hair, then down his neck and over his bare shoulders. I can feel his naked body against my legs, so he must have undressed before he climbed into bed. I’ll never get tired of his body. It’s like a work of art. With his arm braced next to my body, I keep one hand on his head, and with the other hand, I run my fingers lightly down his biceps, feeling the taut muscles flex from my touch.

“Beck, come here. Kiss me.”

I try to pull him up, but he looks at me and shakes his head.

“I’ll kiss you, Boss, but I need a taste of your pussy first. That game left me starving,” he says.

He trails kisses down my stomach, stopping at my core. When he looks up at me, he swipes his tongue right up the center and circles my clit.

The deliberate way his tongue moves over me has me lifting my hips, trying to keep his mouth on me.

He smirks, then licks again. “You need something, baby? Tell me what you need.”

I’m practically panting at this point. “I need you to put your fingers inside me and suck my clit. I need to come. Make me come, Beck.”

He wraps his arms around my legs and opens me wider. Parting my folds with his thumbs, he holds me open and is relentless in his attention on my clit before dipping inside my center.

“Baby, you taste like perfection.” Lick. “You came back to me, and I’m never letting you go.” Lick. “I need you.” Lick. “I want you.” Lick. “You can’t ever leave me again.” He moves one hand to my entrance and slides his middle finger inside while he continues circling my clit.

“I’ll never leave, Beck. Ever,” I moan. “Please don’t stop. I need to come.”

My hips lift in rhythm with his tongue, and I feel like I’m on the verge of exploding.

“Come, baby. I need to be inside you, but I need to get you off at least once before I do. I’m trying to hold on here, but I can’t do it for much longer. Come on, Boss. Give it to me.”

He pumps his finger in and sucks my clit. The movement triggers my orgasm.

I’m still pulsing when I feel his cock slip inside. He pushes in hard, and I can feel all of him, up to his base. His hands are on either side of my head, and he’s looking down at me.

“That was one, baby. I need two more.”

Three. He wants three.

“I don’t know if I can. You wrung me out, Beck. I feel like jelly right now.” My breathing is heavy, and I still feel lost in all the sensations that orgasm gave me.

My hands travel up and down his back and to his ass, where I take hold.

Beck leans down and holds himself on his elbows, his hands cradling my head. “I got you, baby. Just feel me. Feel what you do to me.”

He presses his lips to mine, gentle at first, but once our tongues tangle, the kiss gets wet, messy, and urgent.

“I’m so close, Boss. I need to get you there first. Play with your clit for me.”

I move one of my hands from his ass to my clit, and my fingers circle until I find a rhythm, bringing me closer to coming.

“Just like that, Beck. Keep going just like that.”