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“Awesome.”

“Come on.” I throw my arm around her. “Let’s go try this stuff on. Maybe you’ll find something that’ll loosen his tongue.” I waggle my brows at her and she bursts out laughing. These men have no idea what they’re in for.

***Gage***

I open the door and find her dancing while ironing my shirt. She looks up from her task, gives me a radiant smile, then returns her attention to the shirt. She has her earbuds in so I don’t know what song she’s listening to, but based on her movements, whatever it is I love it. My focus is split between her jiggling tits and rolling hips. My dick is already straining against my zipper. Without her noticing, I unplug the iron and stand behind her.

“I know what you’re up to, mister. At least let me finish first.”

I slide my hands around her waist and up to her breasts, gently squeezing them. She stands the iron on its base and leans into me with a moan. I trail my nose along her ear then use my teeth to pull the earbud out by the cord.

“Can’t wait.”

I slip a hand into her top and pull out a breast. Fuck, I love when she doesn’t wear a bra. She leans closer, grinding her ass on my dick. Jesus Christ. I release her other breast, squeezing and rotating both. Tits are really nothing but two magnificent lumps of fat, but God sure knew what he was doing when he thought of them. And Raven’s? Shit. If it wasn’t for her pussy, I could play with them all day. Speaking of pussy, I move slowly down, sliding my hand into her shorts and right under her panties. When I touch her wet clit, she grinds harder. I move lower, my eyes threatening to roll back in my head.

“Always ready for me, aren’t you, babe?”

“Yes,” she answers on a groan.

I circle her clit slowly, loving the way she quivers against me. “Keep ironing,” I tell her.

“What? Are you crazy?”

“Keep.Ironing.”

She moans and picks up the iron, her hand trembling as she sets it on my shirt. She doesn’t even realize it’s not on.

“Good girl.”

“Don’t blame me if your shirt gets burned.”

“Just keep going.” I move a little faster and she grabs the edge of the ironing board with her free hand. The one holding the iron stills, and so do I. “You stop, I stop.”

“Gage, please.”

“You heard what I said.”

When she starts again, I reach down and slide my middle finger inside her. She clenches around it, squeezing tight. I wish she was doing it on my dick, but it won’t be long now. She whimpers, struggling to keep the iron moving. As I pump my finger into her, I pinch a nipple with my free hand.

“Don’t burn that shirt,” I warn when her hand stops moving again. “It’s my favorite.”

“Oh, God.”

The iron moves shakily over the material, and I return my attention to her clit. She’s so wet, so slippery, I’m losing my fucking mind. I move faster, no longer concerned about the iron. I just need to feel her come.

“Fuck, Gage. I can’t!”

She releases the iron and it falls to the floor. As I circle her clit, I massage her breast roughly. Her thighs begin to shake, so I know she’s close. She grips the board with both hands, moaning and whimpering. Then, she goes still. I pull her to me, holding her up as she gives me what I need.

“Gage!”

I don’t let up, working her clit vigorously as she shakes against me. “That’s it, baby. Give it to me.”

She reaches behind her, crying out as she pulls my hair. I love when she does that. Fuck, I love everything she does when I’m fucking her. She shudders and her grip on my hair loosens. I remove my hand from her shorts and bring my fingers to her lips.

“Open.”

She parts her lips, taking my fingers in and sucking her juices from them hungrily. She groans when I pull them out and step away from her. I drop my gaze to her ass, covered by blue cotton shorts, with the word ‘pink’ printed across the back.Pink...that’s exactly what I need right now – her pretty, pink pussy.