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Moaning, she tugs on my hair. She loves when I eat her out like this, as if I’m feasting on her.

I push one finger inside her and curl it, finding her G-spot while circling my tongue around her clit.

She arches her back, her legs falling open even wider as she grinds her pussy against my face.

My greedy little slut so desperately wants her orgasm.

With two fingers now, I pump into her and suck hard on her clit. Slowly, her insides stretch, her channel trembling, signaling she’s close to coming.

“More,” she begs.

“More what? I need you to be a little bit more specific.”

“Your tongue, your fingers… Please, more…”

She moves her hips in time with my thrusts, her breathing becoming more ragged.

My dick strains against its confines, leaking precum.

Fuck, I love watching her on the brink of her orgasm.

I always know when she’s close. Her sounds are louder, her eyes half closed, her body vibrating in anticipation. Perfection .

I work her over with more force, sucking and licking, lapping at her clit, keeping up the pace as I drive her to oblivion.

She cups her breast with one hand, the other still in my hair. “I’m so close.” Her moans mix with short groans. Fuck yes; she’s even closer.

Abruptly, I stop and back away.

“Xander!” she cries, panting. “I was almost there.”

“Think I don’t know that?” I angle in again and tenderly kiss her thigh.

“You…” Trembling, she braces herself on her elbows and glares at me. “Next time we have sex, you better believe I’ll be your own personal cockblock.”

She stands, kicking me as she scrambles to her feet, making me snort. Frustrated Isabella is something else.

Catching her elbow, I halt her in her tracks. “Where are you going?”

“Shower,” she hisses.

“Definitely not.” I spin her around and grind against her, showing her the extent of my arousal. “We need to take care of this.”

“ We ?” She cocks a brow, her eyes glimmering devilishly.

“Yeah, baby, we. You’re not leaving this room anytime soon. Understood?”

She keeps silent, her arms at her sides as I grind my dick over her leg again, seeking friction. Locking my eyes with hers, I wait for her to give in. I know she will. She’s just like me when it comes to sex.

I grab her ponytail and tug, causing her head to bob back.

She growls.

“Answer me, Bella.”

“Yes,” she whines as I roll my hips against hers.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, I understand.” She tries to break free from my grip, her lips searching for mine. “Please…”

I release my hold on her hair and slam my mouth to hers, hungry and desperate. I’m always eager to taste her. Her warm tongue curves around mine, yearning for more, and finally, her hands are on my body, sliding along my biceps, tracing the tattoos she loves so much.

Without releasing my lips, she pushes my sweatpants and my briefs down then strokes my cock, her movements rough and fast. She smears precum over my head and down my shaft.

No girl has ever fucked me the way she does.

Before her, I was always the one to take initiative, but with her…

with her, I want to be on my knees. I want to do whatever she wants.

I grunt, dying to put an end to this torture. With my hands on her hips, I lift her. Her legs loop around my waist naturally, bringing her warm center to exactly where I need it.

In one move, I drive my entire length inside her and close my eyes. The feeling of her warm pussy around me is divine.

“You’re perfect, baby.”

I nibble on her bottom lip, dragging my teeth over it. With the lightest pressure, she explores my skin, but it’s not enough. I need more. She’s my oxygen.

When she digs her nails in and drags them along my skin, my vision blurs, and my mind clouds with desire for her. Always only her. The room spins, and my blood goes molten, hot and ready to explode any fucking minute.

“Goddammit, baby,” I growl. “You feel so fucking good.”

She closes the distance between us, pressing her tits to my chest. Fuck , this sports bra needs to be out of the way. I want her skin on mine.

I take two steps forward and set her on the desk. Rather than cooperate, she lunges for me, her tongue instantly tracing the column of my throat.

With trembling fingers, I tug the tight piece of fabric up and over her head. Once she’s finally naked, her skin flushed and her full breasts bouncing with each snap of my hips, I groan.

“So gorgeous,” I coo.

I splay a hand over her chest and push gently, urging her to lean back on the desk. Arms bent, she rests on her elbows, her attention roving over me, her pupils blown wide. Her nipples are sharp points, begging me to touch them, to taste them.

Face buried in her chest, I take one rosy nipple into my mouth and suck. I swirl my tongue, licking, teasing, sinking deeper, filling her completely and rocking this fucking desk so violently, I worry it’ll break.

“Give me more,” she moans. “I’m so, so close. Please, give me more.”

Gladly .

The heat in my stomach intensifies, and my cock pulses, dangerously close to unloading. I pump harder and rougher, holding her in place. She keeps her eyes locked on mine, her irises like a raging sea. She is the most stunning girl I’ve ever seen.

Her orgasm crests, her body shaking. She cries out my name, and her cunt tightens around my cock as her insides spasm. I lose it, coming in long, violent spurts, painting her insides with my cum.

I slam my eyes shut. The relief that swamps me when we’re together is out of this world; it fuels my body with warmth and confidence. I can do anything now.

But also…I don’t want to leave this room at all.

“I wish we could just stay home,” I murmur in her ear, clutching her to my chest.

“Me too,” she whispers, a hint of sadness lacing her tone. “But we can’t.”

A dark chuckle escapes me. “Audrey would abandon her own party to come here, kill me, and then resurrect me…only to drag me to her baby shower.” I sigh. “Stacey wouldn’t be happy either; she worked her ass off for this event.”

Bella’s body goes stiff in my arms. “Uh-huh.”

I lean away, my heart lodged in my throat. “You do remember Stacey will be there, right?”

The desire from only seconds ago has completely vanished. Her blue irises are cold, her brows pulled low. “Are you really talking about your ex while you’re still inside me?”

My gut plummets. “I definitely chose the wrong moment.”

She pushes me away and moves off the desk.

“Bella?”

“I need to take a shower.”

She walks out of the room without looking back.

So much for this morning being perfect. I should really watch my mouth.