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"And needy, too." He brushes my clit, chuckling at my frustrated grunt. "Put your feet up on the ledge. I want your knees in the air... Yes, just like that. Now spread them... wider... wider... That's it." I suck in my bottom lip when he slips his finger back in.

"You just love doing what you're told, don't you?"

I nod, words beyond me, as my inner walls clamp around his retreat, savoring the sweet burn.

"Fuckkk," he growls, raising hairs along my arms. "Such a tight little thing."

A string of whimpers fumbles from my lips on his return, pushing farther than before.

"Shhhh, be my good girl and take it." He brushes a hand down my inner thigh, soothing away the last bit of pain, until he curls his finger higher, homing in on that one spot.

I bite my lip, tears stinging the corners of my eyes at the newfound pleasure radiating through me. As his pace increases, I moan loudly, swaying back against him to the beat of his rhythm.

"Right there, baby?"

"Yes, yes!"

"God, your tits are so fucking perfect. I love watching them bounce for me... Pinch your nipples." A breath shoots from my lungs when he thrusts hard, all the way in for the first time, his skin smacking against mine in quick repetitions. "Pinch them."

I wail into the wind, grabbing hold of my breasts as I slide along the mahogany, then pinch, squeezing harder and harder as he drives home. Relentless, he captures my gaze like a possessive animal, hungry to watch me come undone.

And I do.

Writhing and kicking and moaning things that're foreign to my own ears, my eyes cross in two, as his palm slaps against my clit on every thrust. Smack, smack, smack, smack, he finger-fucks me, building that wave inside of me higher and higher, like a light slicing through my center.

Shock pummels my senses, realizing what I'm about to do. Something I've never achieved around anyone else, let alone from another's touch. My eyes widen like saucers, meeting Hayden's smoldering gaze, all remnants of my pride and dignity or whatever the hell I used to care about long gone, as I gasp, "I-I'm going—I'm going to—"

But my words are cut short, shoved right back down my throat, as Hayden does the most wicked, most evil thing he's ever done in his twenty-four years of existence. He rips his finger out of me, killing my orgasm at its peak.

Oh. My. Fucking. God.

Anger explodes brighter than any flame as I meet his mischievous stare. Releasing my nipples, I fling my hands forward, ready to tear that smirk right off his li—

He snatches my wrists midair, bundling them in his tight grasp.

Pins them to the ground.

Wait, what is he—

Then shoves his face into my pussy.

I cry at the top of my lungs, as he buries himself into me like a starved man, like someone who doesn't want to come up for air, before he sucks my clit into his mouth, and proceeds to blow my every fantasy to the moon. His tongue works at blazing speeds, flicking between his teeth, raising that wave inside of me ten-fold, until it comes crashing over my head, like a screaming fire in my ears.

Then I'm screaming—actually. Thrashing and panting, riding out every last sensation, each interior clench around emptiness a burning wish, a desire above all else that I was wrapped around Hayden's cock.

"Fuuuuckkkkk," I moan, low from my gut, grinding against his mouth, savoring my slow come-down. He groans back, sticking out his flattened tongue for me to use, while he watches through those thick lashes, brimming with satisfaction.

When my heart rate plateaus, I release a breath, halting my movements as tension eases from my muscles and—

Hayden sweeps his tongue clean through my middle, causing me to jolt backward as a sting sears through my sex, a mix of pleasure and pain. "W-wait, I'm really sensitiv—"

I suck in a sharp breath as he laps up my center again. "Ohh, are you? But you taste so sweet."

Knowing what's coming next, I mewl, struggling with all my efforts as his biceps loop around my thighs, dragging me closer.

"Hold still for me." He sweeps through me once more, torturously slow, a deep moan reverberating against my sex as he tightens his grip. "Just one more taste." Another round, and I'm buckling against him, this time with a little more pleasure. "Such a good girl, so wet for me." Again... "That's it, give me easy access." Again... "Oh, you're taking it so well." And again... "One more, baby, won't you let me?—Mmmmmm, fuck."

I thrash and thrash, to no avail, until I'm totally spent, whimpering for mercy.

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