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I kneel between her legs. She has my boxers rolled at the waist, and I reach for the hem.
“Give you an orgasm, and we’re not arguing about it. It’s happening.” I whip the boxers off before she can stop me, dragging the material past her feet and tossing them aside.
I place my hands on her knees, and she sucks in a gasp, clamping her legs together.
“Relax, I won’t hurt you.”
“Yeah, that’s not what I’m worried about,” she says, more to herself.
“What are you worried about?”
Soft, vulnerable eyes meet mine. “You. This.”
“Whateverthisis between us, I feel it.” It’s sharp and tangible, a flutter of butterflies in my stomach, a surge of hope blossoming in my chest, a dark possessiveness pulsing in my veins. “And I don’t want to fight it. You’re meant to be mine—I know it down to my bones.”
Her legs loosen, letting me take control. “You better be good, O’Reilly.”
The cocky grin on my face could blind someone. “Oh, I’m always good, baby.”
I glide rough palms over the smooth skin of her inner thighs, following with my lips until I’m lying on my stomach, her pussy spread out before me.
Fuck me, she’s bare and glistening.
“Goddamn, you’re perfect. Every inch of you.”
Ravenous, I dive in to taste her. With my tongue pressed flat, I lick from opening to clit.
My mouth waters, and a groan rumbles from deep within. “Your cunt is fucking sweet.”
“Oh my God,” she whispers.
My lips stretch into a smirk against her. I could do this all night. Shit, I could spend all my days buried between her legs.
She’s a high I’ll chase for the rest of my life.
I flick and circle her clit until she writhes underneath me. “Does that hurt?”
“No.”
Moving lower, I slip my tongue inside her, curling to find the right spot. Her legs relax in my hold, her back arches slightly, and her fingers weave through my hair.
Running a hand along her flat stomach, I palm her breast and pinch her nipple. Her hips flex in response, needy moans echoing in the room.
I withdraw, teasing her clit with my thumb. “Does that hurt?”
She bites her bottom lip and shakes her head, her glassy eyes begging for more.
I close my mouth over her pussy, sucking and licking, before inserting my middle finger into her wet heat. Fuck, she’s tight, and my cock throbs with envy.
My gaze never leaves her face. Her pupils are blown, her lips parted as she takes quick, shallow breaths.
“Does that hurt, baby?” My voice is husky, thick with desire. It’d only take me about three pumps to come.
She swiftly shakes her head, and I add a second finger.
“What about now?”
“No,” she whines so sweetly, rocking her hips. “Please, Jackson.”