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My eyes flared at the implication. “Every inch?”
“Every. Single. One.” It was said with such certainty, it left nothing to the imagination.
And yet, I couldn’t shut up. “You mean…you’re going to lick my…pumpkin hole?”
He chuckled. “Turn around and find out.”
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
But bless me, pumpkin gods, ’cause I was going to sin. I turned around.
“Lean over the table, Pix. Spread your legs.”
I wasn’t even sure my damn legs would cooperate. It was probably lucky he wanted me to be half on the table. At least it would support my weight.
He spread my legs wide, exposing every inch of me to him, and if I hadn’t been so damn turned on, I might have been mortified.
But Fang had never made me feel anything but completely desirable. So even like this, legs spread, ass in the air, I never thought to tell him no.
He put his mouth to my pussy once more, tonguing my clit while he pumped two fingers in and out of my core. I moaned loudly, the orgasm building again until Kian and Vaughn could have walked in with lunch and I wouldn’t have cared. I would have demanded Fang keep going and the boys could just take a seat and wait until we were done.
Too bad if their lunch went cold.
I ground back against his hand. Savored in the lick of his tongue.
Waited for it to move higher.
When it did, I let out a shuddering moan that could have been heard halfway down the street. It was too good, too much, and yet not enough all at once.
His fingers pumping inside me, hitting my G-spot with every thrust never stopped. He added pressure to my clit with his other hand, while his tongue went to places no pumpkin eater could tell their mother about. He tongue fucked me ’til I was weak, and until I begged for more.
His jeans came down in a heartbeat.
A condom wrapper ripping.
My fingers diving between my legs to rub my clit because I couldn’t bear to let the orgasm trail off again.
His dick sliding in was the perfect stretch. He withdrew then pumped back so slowly it was almost torture, but I found myself matching his pace, easing up on my clit so I wouldn’t get overstimulated.
His finger on my ass was all the stimulation I needed. He rubbed a thumb against my tight rear hole and then leaned over me, growling in my ear, “I want to fuck you here. So fucking bad. You have no idea how fucking tempting this little hole is.”
“Do it,” I moaned, desperate for more.
I’d lived a pretty adventurous sex life. There wasn’t much that was brand-new to me. Anal had not been something I loved with other partners, but none of them had ever treated me the way Fang did. None of them had ever touched me the way he did. Taken their time, built me up, edged me until I’d legitimately begged them to fuck me there the way I just had with him.
“Soon, Pix. Not now. You need more prep. When I fuck you there it’ll be as sweet and easy as taking your pussy because you’ll be so ready for me. I don’t ever want to hurt you.”
Tears formed behind my eyes, but I quickly blinked them away. I felt too much for this man. Way too freaking much.
I rubbed frantically at my clit, and he seemed to get the idea that we were edging feelings that were too big for me to utter.
Sex was easier. Sex didn’t have to come with the strings that were currently threatening to wrap their way around my heart and tie me to him.
He fucked me harder, pumping into my pussy while fingering my ass.
I came with his name on my lips and his cock buried deep inside me.
His own shouts of relief mingling a moment later.