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I giggle, leaning back on my elbows, starting to feel like myself again while I take in the man standing before me.

He's mine, all mine.

His toned body and the ink that covers him like a canvas have me aching for more.

His eyes darken, full of desire. “You have no idea how bad I want to rip these tiny shorts off your ass and taste every inch of you,” he growls, his chest rises and falls with need. “Been dreaming of the day you’d let me in again.” His fingers skim the hem of my waistband, teasing, taunting.

I glance down as he hovers over me, standing beside the bed. My tank top has ridden high up my abs, and my tiny shorts are sitting dangerously low on my hips.

His intense stare burns into me, lighting me up from the inside, and his tongue on me is the only way to extinguish the flames.

“So do it,” I challenge, biting the corner of my lip, teasing, as my gaze drifts over his hardened erection. “Take what’s always been yours.”

The most devilish smirk lights up his face, then his fingers slip beneath the waistband of my shorts. “Goddamn, Peachy, I can’t fucking resist you when you say shit like that. ”

I need to feel this man more than I've ever needed his touch before. I want the warm, wetness of his tongue that I remember so well, gliding over me.

Before my clothing ever hits the ground, his warm, wet lips are already on my clit. My pussy spasms, causing my breath to hitch. His low chuckle vibrates across my delicate skin; he knows just how much he affects me.

I still love his cockiness.

He softly wraps his mouth around my sensitive mound and kisses, sucking gently before his lips slowly pull away with a pop.

He raises his head, and I groan in frustration. His eyes darken with mischief, and a playful smirk tugs at the corner of his lips before he speaks.

“Don’t move. I’ll be right back.” He quickly presses a kiss to my lips.

Then he pushes up off the bed and spins to exit his room. What the fuck?

“Jaydon!” I shout, then hear him laugh as his footsteps fade, carrying him down the hall.

Moments later, he comes back carrying something in his hands, with the most mischievous grin plastered on his face when he holds it up and shows it to me. My eyes widen in surprise— my vibrator.

“Thought we could play with this…” He taunts, running the tip down the center of my st omach.

My words come out breathy as he reaches dangerously close to where I want his touch. “You better be so glad you came back because, I would have been so fucking pissed if you left me like this again.”

“Baby, I have the girl of my dreams spread out on my fucking bed. It would take the world crashing down to keep me away from you now.”

My heart flutters at his words and the feel of him gliding the silicone tip over my mound before sliding it against my wet center. It's good, but I want his lips on me. Nothing compares to the heated touch of this man against me, and I need him. I ache for him.

“Jay, please.” He bites his lower lip into his mouth; his eyes darken when he barely pushes the tip in. “Oh god… I need your tongue on me.” My breath hitches while he teases my dripping center.

“Fuck, Peachy, I’m gonna eat this good dripping pussy while I fuck you with this.

” He growls. And I can hear how much he aches for me in his voice.

He continues teasing my opening, so slow and deliberate, driving me mad.

“Is that what you want, sweet girl? Want me to work you open and fuck you with this while I make you come all over my tongue.”

Shivers run the length of my spine as he speaks. His words hitting me straight in my needy pussy.

I only nod because I can't think straight; my brain is no longer functioning with the trance he has me in. The only thing I can focus on right now is what his dangerous voice is doing to my body.

“You’re so fucking wet, I don’t think we’ll need any lube for this…” he traces my throbbing opening with the soft silicone when he speaks.

My breath catches at the sensation before I speak, “You could always spit on it.” I offer, seductively batting my lashes while I feign innocence.

The devilish smirk that appears on his face as he reaches down adjusting himself through his jeans, and I know I’m in for it. “You make my dick so fucking hard saying shit like that.”

“And I want you so bad, Jay.” I pant.

“I know you do, now open those thighs wide and show me that pretty pink pussy. Show me what's mine.”

His words.

His fucking words make me forget about everything going on in the world. It's just us living out our wildest dreams, searching for our pleasure. I can feel myself getting wetter as he speaks.

I could come from his words alone.

The way he speaks to me, like he owns every inch of my body, unravels me completely. This feeling is like no other. I've never felt this, this connection to another person. He knows exactly what I like, exactly what I need—what I crave.

He gives me his everything. No holding back.

I watch breathlessly as his lips slightly part, his tongue teasing. Then a slow strand of saliva slips from his mouth, landing right on my clit. My body jolts at the contact, already spun up from anticipation, just begging for his touch.

Then his head dips.

A strangled moan escapes my throat, and my eyes roll back when his lips finally connect with my aching, swollen clit.

“Oh, god, yes, Jay,” I pant, lifting my hips up to him. “Don’t stop. Keep doing that.”

He speaks, licking and massaging me with his tongue between words, “I’m gonna lick every inch of this sweet pussy. Gonna lap up every bit of your sweet honey when you come for me. Been dreaming about you, Peachy.”

Then he's sucking and rolling his tongue over my throbbing center.

Over and over…

Fast, then slow…

Working me up and driving me fucking wild.

The feel of his warm, wet lips, the flick of his tongue, and the vibrations of the toy have me on the edge in minutes.

“Oh, fuck!” I cry out as my body bursts into the sweetest bliss, my core clenching around the vibrator.

Aftershocks still tremble throughout my body when he finally pulls it from me. Then he dips his head one last time, slowly licking me—tracing my sensitive curves with the flat of his tongue, from the back all the way to my front.

When he finally reaches my clit, he pauses, sucking so hard on the bundle of nerves, and causing another wave of pleasure to consume me.

My uncontrollable moans fill the room.

He releases me with a wet pop.

“Am I still your favorite flavor?” I ask breathlessly, with a teasing smile, when he finally lifts his head.

He swipes his sweaty face with the back of his hand, his eyes burning into mine.

“Goddamn, Peachy, you taste so fucking delicious. I can’t get enough of your pussy.

” he continues, his deep voice completely wrecked.

“Everything about you is my favorite. I crave everything about you, your body, the way you taste, the sweet fucking sounds you make…” He fists his length, jaw clenched tight.

“I stay hard as fuck thinking about you.”

I feel his words in the depths of my soul.

“How did you ever keep your hands to yourself for so long?”

He grunts, nudging my leg to make room for him in the bed. “I didn’t exactly keep my hands to myself, now, did I?”

I giggle because neither of us did—really.

“I guess we both kinda suck at that. ”

“Now get on top of me and ride my dick like you still hate me, Peachy.”

“Asshole,” I huff as he grips my hips and pulls me over.

My legs spread wide, straddling his thick thighs.

He lifts the hem of my shirt.

“Take off your fucking top. I want your titties in my face,” he demands, dragging that sexy fucking lip under his teeth.

And I oblige, lifting it over my head and tossing it to the floor.

“Baby, you know, you wanna get on this dick and ride.” He smirks, and both our gazes go straight to his perfectly hardened cock, standing tall between us.

Goddamn him. He knows me all too well.

“Do I really, though? I mean… I already got mine.” I tease, lifting up on both knees and gripping him, positioning him at my dripping entrance—but I don’t allow him in.

He slaps the side of my ass.

“Motherfucker, Ellie!” He releases a ragged breath, running a hand through his hair. His head rolls back in frustration. “I’m about to slam up into you if you don’t stop fucking around.”

I giggle, slowly lowering myself, but only allowing just the tip to barely slide in. I lean forward, and he grips behind my neck, pulling me to him, and captures my lips in his. Our kiss quickly deepens, and I feel myself throb on his tip, wanting more .

His breaths come out in gasps, letting me know just how badly he’s aching for me. “Go ahead,” he growls. “Slide me into that tight little slit. You know you’re craving it.”

And even though I’ve just had release, I need him inside me just as badly.

But something is different this time. The thought lingers in the back of my mind.

I pull back, searching his eyes. “Jaydon.” A breath catches in my throat. “You’re not wearing a condom.”

He stares deep into my soul before he speaks, “I know, Peachy.”

Chills run the length of my spine at the meaning behind his words.

He knows.

He wants this. No barrier between us.

RAW.

I let the thought sink in for a beat.

The weight of the meaning.

Then his hands go to my ass, his fingers digging in—almost painful. But I love it, love his hands on me. I crave the feel of him owning me. His mouth takes mine again, sucking and biting, teasing pants from my lips.

The pleasure spurs me on, and I finally put us both out of our misery when I slide down onto his thick cock, inch by inch, until I’m completely filled .

A moan escapes from deep within his chest, but his lips never leave mine.

I pause, enjoying the delicious stretch, the way he fills me so completely it almost hurts.

So full.

So raw.

This feeling of being connected so deeply, it's too much, too perfect. The pleasure is off the charts.