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He freezes, dragging his gaze up to my eyes. “Are you telling me you’ve never had a man eat this sweet pussy before?”

“No.” I giggle.

I actually fucking giggle because he’s shoved all common sense from my head with all his kisses, and bites, and smacks.

“Then what are you saying?” He cocks his head to the side, waiting. Impatiently, but he’s waiting.

“I’m not very good at it.”

His eyebrows lift. “What the fuck does that mean?”

“I mean I can’t…you know…when a guy…I mean it doesn’t work for me there…” I sound like a complete idiot.

He’s going to get up and tell me to get dressed.

He licks his lips and grins. “You’re saying no one has ever made you come just by eating your pussy, and you think it’s some sort of defect on your part?”

Well, when he puts it like that, maybe no?

“I’m just saying you don’t have to do that.”

His response is to sink lower until he’s buried between my thighs. I nearly shoot off the bed when his lips latch around my clit and he sucks.

Whatever sound I’m making, I hope he understands it means to never stop doing that.

He must speak overly aroused girl sounds, because he continues driving me crazy with his tongue and his lips. I’ve never felt so much pleasure, so much euphoria from just a man’s touch before.

When I arch up off the bed, he presses me back down. Holding me in place with his hand flat on my belly, he eats me as though it’s the only thing keeping him alive.

And it’s going to kill me if it gets much better.

Slowly, he glides two fingers inside me, curling them the same way he’d done in the living room, and I make an ungodly sound that can only mean my soul is separating from my body.

While his fingers are pumping in and out of me, he flicks my clit with his tongue, and then with his teeth. He scrapes over my clit, and I’m done for.

My orgasm rips through me from out of nowhere. The intensity shakes me, making me scream until my voice gives out.

When the ripples fade, he presses a small kiss just above my pussy and makes a show of licking his fingers clean.

“Not defective.” He winks as he kneels up, grabbing at his jeans to unbutton them.

In a matter of seconds, he’s out of his clothes and kneeling between my thighs. One hand on my knee, and the other fisting his cock. His thick, long cock.

He leans down, holding himself up on one arm on thebed beside my head, while he positions his cock at my entrance.

“Look at me, Mira,” he orders in a rough, strained voice. The thick head of him eases just inside, and I grimace slightly at the stretch.

When I bring my eyes to meet his, the air whooshes from my lungs. It’s not just a look of arousal or manly desire, but much more intense. It’s the expression of a man about to make his claim.

“Mine,” he declares.

With one push, he plows forward, embedding himself fully inside. I tense at the sudden intrusion. The fullness of me stretching around him.

I try to push against him, but he won’t move. Pressing kisses to my cheeks, he shushes me.

“Give it a second…fuck, don’t move like that.” He bites my earlobe. “Mira, if you move like that I can’t hold still.”

“I don’t want you to hold still,” I say, wrapping my arms around him. “Don’t hold back, Rurik.”