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My fingers curl under the waistband of her underwear, slowly tugging them down. Her legs part wider, and I think to myself that she and I would be much better friends if she would just let me fuck her with my tongue every day.

“Be honest,” I murmur as I lean in. “You’ve been thinking about my mouth all week.”

“Of course I have,” she gasps as I slide my tongue up the crease of her. That’s new. It gives me pause. But then her lips curl as she adds: “Hard not to, with the bullshit always spewing out of it.”

I snort. That’s more like it. “Is that all?” She squirms as I slide my tongue through her folds again, teasing the little bud hiding at the top. “Surely this is a better use of your thoughts.”

“It’s the only time your mouth ever does anything good,” she practically hums.

I give her clit one long suck that makes her cry out, releasing her with a wetpopas I laugh quietly. “I can live with that.”

I wrap my hands around her thighs and pull them over my shoulders, diving between her legs so I can rob her of any more coherent thought. She can’t berate me if she’s dizzy with pleasure—it’s something I learned early on. I only linger briefly near her entrance, licking a hot stripe between her legs before focusing my attention solely on her clit. Dani doesn’t like teasing, doesn’t want me to be gentle and sweet with her. No, Dani comes to me for release, and if that’s all she wants from me, I am more than happy to give it.

“Oh.Oh.”

I would smile if I could, relishing the sensation of her fingers winding in my hair as she tugs the strands so hard it stings. Ikeep my lips firmly attached to her clit, sucking her as hard as I possibly can as I press two fingers at her entrance to slip them inside.

“Fuck,” she rasps.

I’m still watching her as I work her over, enjoying the pink flush that spreads all over her pale skin as she holds my face exactly where she wants it. I pump my fingers in and out of her, dragging them along the front of her inner walls to drive her wild. I flick my tongue against her clit even as I continue to pull at it with my lips, feeling her thighs quivering on my shoulders and her pussy growing more and more slick as I push my fingers deep to keep her full like I know she likes when she comes.

“Damn it, Ezra.Fuck.”

It’s not exactly shouting my name in bliss, but I’ll take what I can get.

I keep my fingers inside even as I pull my mouth away, watching her tremble as her pussy flutters and clenches with her orgasm. There is a small part of me that wishes she’d just fuckinglookat me when she comes, so that she can see exactly who’s doing this to her, but I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because I know it would be even more fun to tease her later if I knew she couldn’t deny that I make her come harder than she ever has.

She’s never said that, but I am happy to assume. Since Iampretty pretentious, after all.

She’s panting on the couch when I let my fingers slip away, her eyes glassy and wide as she stares up at the ceiling. I can’t help the urge to try to get a better look at her, climbing up onto the couch and curling my body so I can press a kiss to the corner of her mouth.

“See? Much more agreeable.”

“Fuck you,” she says again, but it sounds less threatening in the breathy way she says it.

“Happy to,” I mutter, letting my lips slide against the skin under her jaw. “On your knees. Grab the couch.”

“Stop fucking telling me what to do.”

Again, much less threatening since she’s already complying.

Her body is lithe and lean, her spine a pretty curve as she arches back toward me, most likely without realizing she’s doing it. I shove my underwear down and off before grabbing the condom I stashed on the end table earlier and rolling it on. I grip her hips, the softness there a stark contrast to the hardness of her demeanor. For a moment I’m content to just look at her as I let my cock graze between the curves of her ass, her fair complexion glowing and bright against mine.

I curl my body until my tongue can trace the lone freckle at her shoulder blade, the one I noticed the first time we were together and that I have been obsessed with ever since, hearing her suck in a breath as I pull back to let my cock press against her. I don’t move for a bit, just holding still against the heat of her, smiling into her skin when she starts to squirm.

“I don’t have all night,” she huffs.

So fuckingprickly.

I push inside slowly, wanting to draw this out a bit since I know she’ll be out the door seconds after it’s over—and that feels as foreign as the desire to have her look at me when we do this. Maybe it’s my ego that feels bruised. Maybe it’s that I don’t like not having the upper hand. I try not to examine it too closely.

“Fuck, you feel good,” I sigh against her neck. “So damned hot inside you.”

“Move,” she demands, pushing back against me.

My teeth graze her throat. “Say please.”

“Pleasemove, asshole,” she says through gritted teeth.