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She’s kneeling on either side of me, her hot, wet pussy wide open over my stomach. The heat is overwhelming, and I stare up at her from my position laying against her pillows.

Her room and her pillows smell like her—maybe some strawberry chapstick, or maybe she has strawberry perfume. Who knows, but my mouth is watering and I need to taste her like I need to breathe.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve wondered what those tits would feel like against my hands,” I admit softly. “How many times I’ve wondered what your cunt would taste like. What it would feel like.”

She arches her tits out at my words, and I run my rough palms over her gorgeous, tight nipples. She arches further into my hands, and it causes her pussy to drag against my skin.

My cock is so hard it’s painful. After she came while I banged up into her fully clothed in her entryway, it was hard. But this? This is some whole other level.

I shift so she’s forced downward, and she gyrates as she rubs her pussy along my shaft. I almost lose it right there. Her wet, bare pussy sliding against my cock is nearly too much for me, and I feel a little come leak out as I grunt at the feel of her.

The overwhelming need to taste her pulses through me, and I grip her under her ass and pull her forward until her pussy is poised right over my mouth.

“Sit,” I murmur, my breath hot against her pink flesh. She shivers a little.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.” I yank her hips then press down on her thighs so she’s forced to relax over me, and then her pussy is on my mouth.

I feel like I’ve fucking died and found heaven.

It’s wet and hot, and as I stick my tongue out for the very first taste, I find it’s absolute perfection.

I explore every millimeter of her pink flesh with my tongue, pushing it up inside her and moving it around her. I move slow and then I move fast, and I close my mouth around her hot clit then give her the type of tongue there that always gets me invited back as she gyrates on my face. I really have no idea what she’s doing above me since I’m totally lost in her cunt—literally—but I feel her movements and I hear her whimpers of pleasure until she tightens her legs around my ears.

I let go of her thighs, and with one hand I reach up to massage her breast. With the other, I reach just under my chin to push a finger inside her, and I twist it around until I know I’ve found the right spot based on her whimpers gaining in volume, turning first to moans and then to screams.

It’s a lot to manage all at once—both hands moving and my tongue and mouth working her cunt, but there is literally no place I’d rather be, no person I’d rather focus on.

My cock leaks some more as I think about who I’m doing this with and how it feels perfect in a way it’s never felt for me before, and I can’t honestly imagine that this will be a one and done.

No fucking way.

Just to encourage her to want to try this one more time, I suck hard on her clit as I twist my finger.

She’s moaning and grunting, and I know she’s ready. Her body is tense and tight, but something’s holding her back.

I want to tell her to come, but my mouth is sort of occupied at the moment.

I lift her up off my face for a beat so I can talk. “Come, Hartley.”

“I don’t come on command,” she snarls, and I finally put it together.

She’s holding it back out of spite. She’s taking her time—enjoying it, even. She’s drawing it out so I have to wait longer when I’m about to lose it over here, and she’s doing it because a little part of her still hates me.

Well fuck that .

I add another finger and twist, curling them up to where I’ve always had success before. I suck on her clit and bite it just a little.

The pain there is what does it. She loses all control, her hot pussy gyrating as she chases her orgasm over my face, and then she’s not moving at all as shudders pulse through her, her legs tightening around my head as she comes.

Hard.

“Oh my God, Travis! I’m coming! I’m coming! Oh God, oh yes, yes, yes, ohhhhhh yesss!” Her words are a mix of screams and moans, and I swear I’ve never heard anything hotter in my entire life. I lick and suck and lap up the wetness streaming from her.

The shudders slow, and she slowly climbs back off my face. She settles on top of my stomach again, straddling me, and I bend my legs to give her a place to lean back as she catches her breath.

“That’s two,” I say, holding up two fingers to indicate the number of orgasms I’ve given her tonight so far.

Her eyes flick to my lips as they slowly open. “Your mouth is all wet.” Her voice is hoarse from the yelling she just did. She leans forward a little to check it out.

I wipe it with the back of my hand. “All you, babe.”

She offers a lazy chuckle as she leans back against my knees and closes her eyes. She draws in a deep breath. “Wow,” she says. “I’m all warm and tingly.”

“There’s more where that came from, but you can have a minute to recover.”

“A minute?” she asks. “I need more than a minute.”

I sit up and lace my arms around her, and then I flip us so she’s under me and I’m hovering over her. “That’s all your getting because I need to be inside you like I need to take my next breath.”

“Don’t you want oral back?” she asks, confused.

My brows dip. “It’s not some eye for an eye thing, Hartley. Do I want to shut you up by shoving my cock in your mouth sometimes? Fuck yeah I do. But tonight, I wanted to taste your pussy, so I tasted it. Now I want to fuck it, so I’m ready whenever you are.”

She gasps, her eyes wide, and I half expect her to say something sassy, but she shocks me when she breathes, “What are you waiting for?”

I grab the condom she set on her nightstand and sheath the big dog, and then I climb back on the bed and hover over her again. She stares up into my eyes, and something passes between us in that quiet beat before I enter her.

She’s relaxed, and she’s more herself than I think I’ve ever seen her. She’s raw and open. She’s vulnerable. And I see something there in her eyes that terrifies the ever living fuck out of me.

But the worst of it all is that I’m pretty sure I’m looking at her with the same goddamn thing in my own eyes.

This is far from the hate sex I was expecting.

“Stop looking at me like that and just fuck me already,” she hisses, and there it is. She’s back.

I push away whatever that was that I briefly felt in the moment. It wasn’t some connection. It certainly wasn’t love. She’s hot, and her cunt tastes good, and that’s where it ends.

It’s what she asked for when the night started, anyway. I’m just respecting her wishes.

So with those thoughts in mind, I line my cock up with her opening and shove my way in. She grips onto my shoulders with her fingernails, her eyes fluttering shut as I pump into her, and she’s every bit as tight and hot as I was expecting her to be.

What I wasn’t expecting so much are the feelings coursing through me as I fuck her.

It’s fucking electric. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.

I pick up speed as I try to drown out those feelings, but all the speed does is up the ante. She’s moaning again, and I open my eyes to look at her. Her eyes are closed, and her face is twisted in pleasure. I lean my head down and suck on one of those gorgeous nipples, and she arches her back to push it more fully into my mouth.

The taste of her tit and the sounds of her pleasure and the picture in my head of her face twisting the way it just was combined with the entire night of foreplay that seemingly started back when we ran into her ex at the bar is too overwhelming.

Heat consumes my entire body as a growl rips out of my chest, and just as I hit the edge, she tenses up and claws at my shoulders, yelling out again about how she’s going to come. I thrust up hard into her, sending both of us over the edge into an intense and brutal orgasm that we fly through together. It seems like I come for days, the pleasure radiating between the two of us as we each cling onto the other, our bodies doing the talking. As the intensity starts to ease, my body shudders, and I have the urge to stay inside her. I’m not ready to let her go. I’m not ready to slip out and live my life like this isn’t the single place I want to be. I’m not ready to go back to where we were before tonight even though she began this whole thing with that promise I never made.

She’s still digging her nails into my shoulders, and the pain slices as she eases her grip.

I force myself to pull out of her, and I wince—not because of her nails on my back, but at the feel of being on the outside again.

“Sorry,” she murmurs, thinking it’s the nail thing, and I let her think that.

“That’s three,” I say instead of answering.

A lazy smile plays at her lips, and then we lie beside one another panting as we each try to catch our breath.