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A second goes by.

Then another.

“I want your mouth on my pussy,” she finally says.

“You’re already addicted to my tongue?”

“Yes... and to you,” she admits.

I didn’t see that coming.

“I’m just giving you a respite.”

That’s a partial lie.

If I don’t pace myself, I’m going to ravage this woman to the point of no return.

“I don’t need a break. I need your mouth.”

“Demanding little thing,” I chuckle. “What do you want from me?” I tease. Yeah, I know I’m being a bastard.

“Please, make me forget.”

I freeze.

“Forget what?” I ask.

“Err...” she hesitates. “I’m not thinking straight. It’s all your fault. Sex is never this mind-blowing, so obviously, I’m blurting out nonsense.”

She’s not getting off that easily.

“Forget what?” I insist.

She turns her head as a response.

“Tell me what you want to forget and I'll gladly make it happen, sweetness,” I press, withdrawing my fingers, then plunging them back in with a third one.

She gasps, her body arching off the bed.

“Not tonight. Just for one night, I just want to feel. Please,” she pleas.

This is supposed to be an illicit night. This isn’t the time or place to psychoanalyze her life. As it stands, I may never see her again.

I drop the subject.

“All right. You want to feel? Hold on for the ride.”

She moans as I pump my fingers in and out of her, plunging into her with an increased intensity that makes me desperate to sink my hard cock into her. I close my lips over her clit, causing her back to arch off the bed all over again.

Two slow, wicked thrusts, and she reaches the precipice. Her screams of ecstasy bounce off the walls as she rides my face—and my hand—like a woman possessed, wringing every last drop of pleasure from my fingers while her tight pussy clenches and pulses with her climax.

Slowly, I pull my fingers out and get off the bed.

A frustrated whine tears from her lips.

“I can’t fuck you fully dressed, sweetness.”

“Oh, of course,” she lets out a shy laugh.