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I use my whole mouth on her pussy.

I lick her clit, making as much noise as possible.

Her body trembles.

I place both hands underneath her ass, tilting her hips up. I close my lips over her engorged clit, trapping all the blood there, leaving her no choice but to come.

My eyes are on hers.

“Oh, yes. God, yes.” She thrusts, fucking my face wild and frantic.

She’s on the verge of losing it.

Her cries shoot sparks through my bloodstream. I’m holding on by a thread.

After five days of jerking off, I have no idea how I manage to keep it together and not shoot my load.

I press my lips together, putting more pressure against her swollen clit and taking away her last shred of control.

My sweet little slut fucks my face with more determination. With every thrust of her hips, she moans louder and louder until she shudders over my tongue.

Fuck, that’s so damn hot.

The orgasm is so strong, she bucks, lifting me up with her. “Oh God, Rhys?—”

Jesus.

I clamp a hand over her mouth to muffle her climactic cries.

My cock is dripping, the desperate need to sink into her wetness is so overwhelming, it scares the hell out of me.

Chapter 32

Keira

I’m still lost, riding my orgasm when Rhys forces me to sit upright on the couch. Without giving me a moment of respite, he grabs the back of my neck, and crushes his mouth to mine in a fervid kiss. His tongue sweeps through my mouth, dancing around mine, making me hungry for more.

My feet have barely touched the ground, and my pussy is already fluttering with anticipation.

In an urgent rush, he lifts me off the couch and drops me on my feet in front of him.

I’m as naked as the day I was born.

He sits there, legs wide, eyeing me with a grin, the bulge in his swim trunks so damn inviting.

Oh shit.

My cheeks flush.

Freaked out, I cover my breasts and pussy with my hands.

“No one’s going to see you other than me,” he says.

That doesn’t prevent me from looking left then right for prying eyes. When I feel confident my nakedness won’t besplashed on every rag publication in the world, I lower my arms.

He taps his thighs. “Come here.”

He closes his legs and I practically leap onto the couch, straddling him.