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A heaving, horny, quaking wreck.
I didn’t realize how mediocre Marco was at eating pussy until this moment.
Tag’s throaty groan rumbles against my flesh and the keening sensation building in me doubles.
“Don’t stop,” I pant. “Please, never stop.”
“I won’t,” he rasps against my core. “Couldn’t if I wanted to. And I don’t.”
The hand on my hip drops away and leaves me wondering…more like hoping…
Two strong fingers stroke through the warm slick of my folds and then slide inside me. He finds my G-spot in seconds and my inner muscles pulse and grip at the blissful invasion.
This pub owner is a freaking sex god.
Tag pumps his fingers inside me, stroking me in all the right places, and devouring me with his mouth. As each wave of wet heat sears my core, he groans and laps at me with even more vigor.
It’s too much. He’s too much.
I need him inside me like fire needs oxygen to burn. Every cell in my body is vibrating with sexual potential. Building. Aching. Pulsing.
“Come for me, Miss Laine. Let go so I can press you against the glass and bury my cock deep inside.”
“Tag!” His name tears from my throat as my orgasm detonates. I cry out, my legs threatening to buckle as everything around me shatters.
With a strong hand at the center of my chest, he presses me to the glass, holding me upright. The throbbing is violent as I tighten around his fingers and heat floods my entire body.
There’s nothing ladylike about it.
I buck and ride and cum against his mouth, and nothing has ever felt so incredible.
When the waves of shuddering sensation fade, I’m left panting for breath, my head spinning, and my pussy aching for more.
He stands, his liquid gaze swirling like nothing I’ve ever seen. Swallowing, he wipes a hand over his glistening face.
He’s staring.
“Everything all right?” I ask, suddenly very self-conscious.
“I want to fuck ye, Laine. Wild and untethered. I’m just trying to decide whether you’d welcome that side of me—the beastly side.”
I shiver as heat blooms through me anew and my nipples peak unbearably hard under the fabric of my bra. “I’d welcome it.”
He searches my gaze as if looking for any doubt, but he won’t find any. I’m all in.
He moves so fast the room spins and then my breasts are pressed against the glass and I’m staring at eighty people dancing out in the pub. They’re less than twenty feet away and I’m naked from the waist down and about to be fucked right in front of them.
The idea is thrilling.
It makes me wanton and wet.
“Palms on the glass, beautiful. Brace yourself.”
I press my palms against the glass, and he steps in behind me. Wrapping his arms around me from behind, I feel the expensive fabric of his slacks and the solid shaft behind it.
“Are you sure?”
“Do you have a condom?”
