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I reached up to run my finger through his lush hair. He smiled and planted a soft kiss on my mouth. Fatigue finally took me. I leaned against him and he cuddled me against his body, fading off to sleep. The next thing I knew, I was being carried into his bedroom.

“What happened?” I mumbled.

“You fell asleep and wouldn’t wake up. In fact, you growled at me to leave you alone.”

I chuckled. “I did?”

“You did. No playtime tonight. You need to sleep. Tomorrow is a big day.”

“I want to play tonight. I want to ride you.”

Oliver shook his head. “As much as I would love that, it’s not gonna happen. You’re tired.”

I protested as he helped me undress. He placed me in bed in just my panties. I curled up on my side with my back toward him as he undressed, not feeling him slip in next to me.

Chapter 12

I thought I was dreaming when I felt my panties shred. I woke up to Oliver’s tongue on my clit and I shuddered. Dawn was just starting to leak in the windows and I could see silhouettes of the patio furniture out the sliding glass door in Oliver’s bedroom.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Giving you a happy birthday wake up.”

I wasn’t going to protest because my climax was hurtling so fast that I knew it would be less than a minute before I was shredding apart like my panties. I moaned, grabbing a handful of Oliver’s thick hair. I kept him against my cleft, making sure he wouldn’t bring me to the edge and back away. He kept circling my swollen bundle of nerves until I slipped under the surface, floated for half a minute and popped back up.

“Fuck,” I sighed, “that was so good that it hurt.”

“I’m glad I could be of service,” Oliver said as he wiped his face and moved alongside me.

He kissed me, his tongue thrusting in my mouth. I sucked it with the urge to suck something else. My hand wandered down his taut stomach to the waistband of his boxers, sliding in and encircling his rigid penis. I stroked him, getting more excited at the prospect of having him in my mouth.

“Easy,” he hissed.

“I want to suck you,” I demanded.

“It’s not my birthday,” he protested.

“You said I could do anything. Why does it surprise you that I like to suck you?”

“I’ve never been with many women that did.”

I couldn’t imagine why not. It wasn’t a turn off to me. It made me feel powerful to see him unraveling as I sucked him off.

“Oliver, I like to give you pleasure and I’m not turned off by anything that’s part of you.”

“You want me to submit?”

“Only if you want to.”

He rolled to his back, and I pushed the sheet off, throwing my shredded panties onto the floor. I let his shaft go and tugged at his boxers until he lifted his hips, removing them. I loved seeing him naked and when he was hard, it excited me to no end. I still couldn’t believe we were together.

He kept his mouth shut as I climbed in between his legs, caressing his balls with my fingers. He moaned and fixed his pillow, so his upper body was partially propped up. His stare was intense as I place my lips on his wide head and sucked the pooled bubble of precum into my mouth.

I fisted him, squeezing his base while still massaging his balls. He hissed when I took him deeper, gently thrusting his hips upward as I bobbed on him.

“I’m close,” he groaned.

I was shocked since Oliver had staying power. I hollowed my cheeks as I moved as low as I could go without choking. He was almost to the back of my throat when he made a feral moan, and I felt the first splash of ejaculate hit my tongue. I kept moving as he fuck my mouth, swallowing all he had to give. After he finished, I licked him clean and moved to his side.

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