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“Ray…” His name falls from my mouth, laced with a need I can’t disguise.

He’s not just seducing—he’s unraveling me. Slowly. Completely.

“Yeah?” he asks, husky and breathless.

I don’t answer. I move.

I pause—just for a second—then spin in his arms and shove, hard. He stumbles back onto the bed. I follow, hunger blooming bold and unstoppable. Desire drives me, bold and hungry,crawling over him like a woman who knows exactly what she wants. Because I do.

My eyes flick down. He’s already hard—thick and pulsing, lying proudly against his abs. God, he’s beautiful. Not just his cock, but everything—his carved muscles, the delicious tension in his body, the way his breath catches as I crawl over him.

“I’m hungry for you, too,” I murmur, voice husky as I trail my tongue up the line of his neck, tasting the salt of his skin, his need.

He groans and seizes my waist, dragging me upward until our mouths collide—desperate, deep, the kiss messy and wild like a thunderstorm. I clutch at his shoulders, grounding myself and losing myself at the same time.

His hands roam up my spine, nails dragging enough to make me gasp. He’s consuming me. Worshiping me.

When he nips my lower lip, I feel it down to my toes. Every nerve lights up.

I kiss down his jaw, over the scratch of stubble, tasting his skin. The hard plane of his chest rises to meet my mouth as I trace a path down to his center, eyes locking on his face. His lashes flutter. His lips part. His breath comes faster.

I press my palms to his abs, reverent.

“I know what you’re thinking,” he says, voice tight, eyes glittering. “I’m thinking it, too. But I want to give you something first.”

A slow, sultry grin forms on my lips.

“Perfect.”

I shift, sliding my leg over him and turning so I’m facing the length of his body. I straddle him again, bent low, ready to kiss and explore every inch. But before I can resume my path down his chest, his hands clamp on my hips.

And he pulls me down.

His mouth finds me in one hot, wet stroke—and I forget everything else. The first sweep of his tongue across my folds is devastating—deliberate, possessive.

“Ray…fuck…” My fingers dig into his thighs. “That’s not fair.”

He chuckles against me, breath a low rumble. “Don’t care.”

His hands spread me wider, fingers gripping my ass. Then his tongue finds my clit, swirling, sucking, teasing. I grind against him, desperate for more, but he sets the pace—slow, thorough, dominant. Pleasure crashes through me like a rogue wave. My head drops and there he is—his cock, thick and proud, glistening at the tip. I reach for it, trembling.

“Oh my God…” The words slip from my mouth as I wrap my hand around his shaft. He’s so hard. So ready. Drops of pre-cum bead at the head, and I can’t resist—not now.

I guide him to my lips and suck him in, inch by inch, tasting salt and heat. He groans, his tongue never stopping its merciless rhythm. It’s a sensual loop of pleasure—we’re feeding each other, fueling each other. My lips glide down his shaft as his mouth works me over, each stroke drawing me closer to the edge.

I cup his balls, rolling them gently, feeling the tension coil tighter in his body. His finger slides through my wetness, circling, teasing. Then—yes. He pushes inside me, and I cry out,muffled around his cock. My back arches. I jerk him slowly, then suck harder, tongue swirling. He moans, low and raw.

I’m gone.

My orgasm crashes like fire behind my eyes. I tremble, waves rippling through. His hips thrust upward—he’s close too. His cock pulses, thick in my throat. A grunt rips from his chest as he lets go, heat flooding my mouth, spilling over my lips and chin. I kiss the base of him, breathless and sated, and collapse forward.

We’re a tangled heap of limbs and satisfaction.

“God, Ray…” I whisper, fingers drifting over his groin. “What did you justdo?”

He chuckles, rolling me onto my stomach with a strength that still makes me shiver. “Wait ‘til you see what’s next, beautiful.”

His fingers glide up my spine, coaxing my hips upward. My cheek sinks into the sheets as I find myself on all fours, my ass in the air. He doesn’t wait. His cock—already, impossibly hard again—slides through my folds, filling me deep.