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“Tell me, baby. Where does it ache?”

“Please, Harlan,” I beg breathlessly.

“Tell me,” he demands. “Where?”

I know he knows. He just wants me to say the words.

“My nipples and my pussy.”

“Mmm. Does my sweet girl want these gorgeous, achy nipples sucked?”

“Oh my god,yes,” I cry shamelessly.

He chuckles, driving me mad.

Finally, he flutters his tongue over one taut, eager nipple. I whimper, it feels so good.

“More,” I beg.

He keeps teasing, fluttering his evil tongue over the taut peak. “More?” His fingers drift over my hip, toward my pussy, so fucking slowly I think I might die. “How about this aching pussy?” he taunts, like the beast he is. “Should I play with it?”

“Please…”

“You want me to touch your clit?”

“Fuck. I’m dying…” My heart thuds in my chest as he makes me wait for it. “Please.”

When his fingertips finally reach my clit, gently fluttering over it, I gasp.

He drags his teeth along my nipple, just lightly, and I cry out. His fingers are so warm as he fondles me with gentle purpose, making me pant and sweat. When I start to tense, he says softly, “Just relax for me, sweet girl. I’ll take care of all your little aches.”

I try. I try to take a breath and relax, but everything is quickly swirling together into one giant, aching, throbbing mass of need that’s centered between my legs. And he just keeps teasing at it, so gently, with his deft fingers.

He flutters his tongue over my other nipple, then takes it into his mouth. He groans, a sound of masculine contentment, and starts sucking. Goosebumps break out all over my body, and I feel myself gush.

My body wants to be fucked by his. Hard.

But he seems to have no intention of fucking me. Just teasing me until I completely fall apart.

When I start grinding my hips a little, trying to get more pressure from his fingers, he pinches my clit. I squeal and fall still. Pleasure surges through me.

I almost come.

“Shh. Not yet,” he murmurs as I struggle to catch my breath. “Nice and relaxed. That’s my good girl.”

I fucking melt when he calls me his good girl.

I bask in it, glowing in his approval.

He moves his mouth from one throbbing nipple to the other, and resumes teasing. “My sweet, horny girl,” he taunts happily, in-between licks. “You’re going to come for me, so hard, aren’t you.” Then he sucks me into his mouth again, deeper, and my eyes roll back.

I try harder to relax and be still, and just feel everything he wants me to be feeling right now. His hot, wet, sucking mouth. His teasing tongue. His patient fingers between my legs, gently persuading me to succumb, to surrender to him.

I lay perfectly still, the way I know he wants me to, just receiving the pleasure he gives as he stokes my arousal, higher and higher. Until the first spasm of pure ecstasy makes my hips twitch and my pussy jerk. I moan raggedly as I start to fall apart.

I can’t stop it this time.

“That’s it, baby,” he says, a thrill in his voice. “Let go.”