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He releases me and grips my hips, driving into me harder with his tongue. Hazily, I realize my hands are in his hair now, holding his head right where I want it.

When did I get so bold?

The spark gets hotter until, suddenly, it catches fire. Then, my pleasure is a train leaving the station. I can’t stop it, not even if I wanted to. I’m dimly aware of my legs going stiff, of my hips lifting off the bed, needy for more.

His rough hand moves to rest on my belly, keeping me down.

His tongue never stops, never relents.

My head spins. Sweat breaks out across my skin, the sheets sticking to me. I’m on the edge of a cliff about to plummet off. It might ruin me, but there’s no stopping it now as it hits me like a thunderclap.

“Westin,” I cry out.

He groans and buries his face deeper between my thighs, giving me his tongue to ride. It’s warm and a little rough as I grind my clit on it, eyes rolled back, savoring the swells of ecstasy rolling through my body.

It isn’t the same kind of pleasure I give myself. It’s glorious and dirty, and so much better because it’s forbidden.

We shouldn’t be here together; he shouldn’t have done this.

But here we are, and he did it.

CHAPTER EIGHT

WESTIN

She’s going to fuck me up.

And I’m going to let her.

Her body shakes, and I drag my tongue over her perfect pussy as her orgasm dies away. She’s soaked with sweet, tangy arousal, and I want it all, so I lick it off her pussy and inner thighs until it’s gone.

Her eyes are glassy, her cheeks flushed. Her teardrop-shaped breasts heave, catching my eye. God, they’re beautiful. Her nipples are upturned and a soft blush pink. Her bra was tight, making them look small under her dress, but when I unhooked it, out spilled the prettiest, softest breasts I’d ever seen.

Everything about her is perfect.

My cock is rock hard, aching to slip inside her. But more than that, I’m aching to be her first. When she’d admitted she was a virgin, the dark undercurrent I like to keep hidden sparked.

She’s beautiful and so fucking sweet.

And maybe it’s selfish, but I have to be that man.

The first…and last.

The thought makes my head spin. I’ve known her for two days, and I’m already ready to lay it all on the line. I’m not sure what willhappen tomorrow, but I know for certain there’s no world where I fuck this woman and leave.

No, if I fuck her, she might as well be branded with my name.

And I’mgoingto fuck her.

She moans as I reach between us, and her head falls back. She’s draped over the pillow, her head hanging back, her beautiful throat marked pink where I’d kissed her by the river.

Her thighs tremble as I slide up and brace my knee, unzipping my pants, pushing them down low enough to unleash my cock. It slaps against her thigh, rock hard.

Her pussy leaks, dripping on the sheet.

Fuck. Me.

My cock jerks, leaving a bit of wetness on her skin. Her breasts heave and her pink nipples tighten. Mindlessly, I bend to put one in my mouth and suck.

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