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Despite her initial reluctance, she closes her eyes and leans her head against the wall, placing her hands at her side.

“Good girl,” I say, kissing her forehead.

She lets out a shuddered breath in response.

“You like it when I call you my good girl, don’t you?”

“Mm-hmm,” she says with a nod.

With delicate precision, I trace her angelic face, trailing my fingers across her forehead, moving to her right cheek bone, then her left. My exploration continues, gliding across her pert nose, then outlining the shape of her mouth. I pause briefly, admiring her bright pink lipstick, before running the pad of my thumb across her lips.

I watch the rise and fall of Marlow’s chest, noting the quickening of her breath when I trace the column of her neck. A surge of satisfaction courses through me, fully aware that I’m responsible for her heightened response.

“Have I told you how beautiful you are?” I murmur.

Her eyes flutter open, and I’m lost in her magnetic blue-green gaze. “You’re not so bad yourself when you’re not being a tyrant.”

Marlow tilts her head back to look at me, and when she smiles, I’m a goner. She winds her arms around my neck, drawing me closer.

I cup her face with my hands, pressing kisses along her jawline. When I get to her mouth, I trace my tongue along her plump bottom lip in teasing strokes. She lets out a soft moan as her tongue meets mine and she tugs me closer. My eyes widen when she playfully tugs my lip between her teeth, and our connection transforms from a tentative exploration to wild and frenzied.

I crash my mouth to hers in a passionate kiss, leaving her gasping for air. I grind my cock against her core, and she pushes against me in response. Our mingled moans fill the air as I greedily explore her mouth with fervor.

It’s a fucking turn-on to witness her uninhibited side first-hand, driving me to give her more than just a kiss, like I promised.

I bunch up the material of her dress, shoving it out of the way, and hike her leg around my waist, placing my other hand securely on her hip. When she grips my hair with her hands, it sparks a fuse inside me.

“No more waiting, sweetheart.” I waste no time pushing her panties aside and sinking two fingers inside her. “Damn, you’re soaked. Is this all for me?”

“Oh god, yes,” she pants.

I lean forward, running my tongue along the column of her neck, peppering kisses along her collarbone. When I add a third finger, Marlow lets out a strangled sound of arousal, blending in with our vocalized pleasure. It’s the most sensual sound I’ve ever heard, making me want her—wantthis—even more, if that’s possible.

“Are you going to come on my hand with a room full of people only a few feet away?” I whisper.

She nods as she clenches tighter around me.

We’re far enough away from the crowd that there’s no chance of someone walking in on us, but I like watching her reaction at the notion we could get caught.

I give her another passionate kiss to muffle the sound of her pleasure. I refuse to risk anyone else hearing those sweet sounds.

“Oh… Oh my god, don’t stop,” she breathes out.

“Not until you come like my good girl,” I promise.

I’m hard as a rock as I watch Marlow unravel before me. I can sense that she’s close to the edge, her body coiling tighter with each plunge of my fingers. I thrum her clit with my thumb, and within seconds she shatters around my hand. She rests her head on my chest as she lets out a strangled cry of pleasure, plummeting off the precipice. She doesn’t stop riding my hand until I’ve wrung every drop of desire from her core.

She is utterly captivating when she’s on the verge of release but watching her come is something else entirely.

“That’s my girl,” I praise, with another kiss. “It’s safe to say that listening to you come is now one of my favorite sounds.”

I bring my fingers to my mouth, sucking them clean. Marlow bites her lip, watching me with rapture. I flash her a wicked grin as I groan, relishing the taste of her essence on my tongue. She doesn’t take her eyes off me as she reaches down to massage my cock through my pants, but I shake my head.

“What about you?” she asks.

“This was about you.” I gently stroke her jaw. “There will be plenty of time for that later.” I carefully ease her down and smooth her dress into place. “We better get back out there.”

“Do we have to?” Marlow asks as she adjusts my slightly crooked glasses, giving me an adorable grin as she rights them.

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