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He moans, and it reverberates up my torso and skitters down my spine. “You’ve been wanting this, haven’t you?” What gave it away—the jaws-of-life clamp I have on his head or the way I’m literally humping his face? “Gonna take good care of you, baby.”

One long, slender digit slides in against my inner walls. The soft hook of his fingertip massages the spot. What would take centuries and a longitudinal map for some, this bastard finds in seconds. My toes curl, and my legs shake.

A second digit follows the first, and his soft hooks become ing tugs and strokes. My gasp is sharp, cutting away from my lungs. A coil of dynamite ignites in my lower belly. I’m trying to stave off my impending orgasm because even though I want one—badly—I want to make him work for it. I want to know how much of the intensity I need he can endure. I’m not sure how long this affair is going to last, so I’m going to make it count.

Remi, though, has other plans. Withdrawing his hands, he spreads me wide. Slick fingers dig into the soft flesh of my ass. He has a panoramic view of the land where the sun doesn’t shine. It’s been such a long time since it’s gotten a glimpse of light and felt the breeze of fresh air that it’s not displeased one bit. In fact, my insides contract at the filthy exposure.

“Eyes, baby.” Remi’s low voice grazes my skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

My gaze locks on him, and when he’s sure he has my undivided attention, he sends me a wicked grin before diving low. Like, way low. Like—

Oh fuuuck! I jump when something not entirely unpleasant plays with my back entrance.

“Shhh, trust me.” Remi splays a hand across my stomach to keep me in place before exploring the unknown again. The hot, wet smear of my arousal coats his path. After a few more languid licks, he swipes up my slit, spearing his tongue inside my core, sending me spiraling.

“Don’t stop.”

He starts growling and shaking his head like he’s possessed by the pussy monster. Then he switches up tactics and laves my bud.

“I-I can’t take— Rem. I—” I’m panting so hard I can’t finish a sentence.

He slows down, barely licking. Definitely teasing.

“What are you doing?” My cry is frustrated.

I. Need. To. Come. Like I need my next breath.

He chuckles into me, knowing exactly what he’s doing. Two fingers tease my core again, and his ministrations become more deliberate. The man muff-dives like it’s a sport, a competitive game and he’s going down in the Head Hall of Fame. The GOAT.

A growl of frustration rips out of my throat, and I feel him smile against me. The jerk. Then he does something that makes me want to kick him—he stands up.

“You want to come, don’t you?” His thumb thrums my clit, and he keeps me on edge.

“I’m going to fucking kill you if you don’t get back down there and finish what you started,” I growl through my teeth, not the least bit ashamed that I’m threatening his life over a climax.

A dopey grin spreads across his shiny face. “Yeah, not if I kill you first.”

He goes back to tormenting me with his mouth before shoving three fingers and giving a harsh yank. At the same time, he sucks my clit so hard I think it detaches from my vagina.

My soul leaves my flesh and floats to kingdom come—literally. Screaming his name, I come for what feels like an eternity.

Remi is a considerate lover, easing his licks and helping me ride out the high of spectacular gratification. Somewhere, there is a woman humming nonsensically and it isn’t until my spirit drifts back into my body that I realize it’s me.

Wrapping a hand around the back of my neck, Remi pulls me to him, holding me. “You came so good for me, baby.” He nips my lips.

I’m not one to need praise, but damn, it feels good. He pulls my hair off my shoulder, and his soft touch brushes across my shoulder blade. I purr.

“So fucking beautiful.” Soft lips take mine.

I taste myself on him. It’s as if I scent-marked him, warning anyone else that he’s mine. A wave of possessiveness rolls over my being, and I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. The rough seam of his jeans brushes against where I’m sensitive, but I only want more.

Remi brushes his tongue along the soft skin next to my ear. “When I told you I’d be a good boy for you, I meant it.” The syllables tickle the little hairs beneath his mouth.

“So good.” Squeezing a hand between us, I slip under the waistband of his jeans and grip his erection. It twitches in greeting.

Remi grunts, dropping his head to my shoulder. He calls me Queeny, and he’s about to know what it means to be my royal subject.

“I’m going to take you upstairs.” Stroke. “Lay you on my bed.” Squeeze. “And fuck the cum out of you.” Stroke. Squeeze.

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