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Blair arches her chest toward my mouth and moans. Her head lolls back and forth. “Adrian…”

I switch to the other tight nipple, kiss it, and then suckle it gently.

“Oh God…”

Because she’s obviously enjoying my attention, I continue to torment her nipples, switching back and forth until they’re larger and hard, engorged and pulsing.

She’s digging her heels into the mattress beside my knees. At no point does she struggle to escape my restraints.

When I finally scoot down so I can lie between her thighs and line my mouth up with her pussy, I grab her wrists and bring her hands with me. Pinning them to her inner thighs, I hold her open and secure.

“Adrian…” she moans.

Her pussy lips are swollen and red. They’re soaked from her first orgasm. Her clit is so enlarged that the hood is pushed back.

I drag my tongue through her slit and over her clit.

Blair cries out, her entire body jerking in my firm grip.

I love how expressive she is. I want her to be loud and squirmy. I would hate it if she felt like she needed to hold back her reactions. There’s no place for that in our sex life. Or in our real life.

Clasping her pussy in my mouth, I thrust my tongue into her tight channel and fuck her with it.

“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” She has such a colorful potty mouth. It’s cute, but I don’t think it will seem as cute when our one-year-old screams fuck. Plenty of time to curb that habit. At least nine months.

I capture her clit lightly between my teeth and flick it over and over with my tongue.

Blair bucks her hips upward and pushes against my mouth as her second orgasm washes through her. I ride out her release with her, sucking and teasing her with my lips and tongue until she melts into the mattress.

After wiping my lips on the sheet, I plant one more chaste kiss on her pussy and crawl beside her, leaning on one elbow. “Blair Snyder, will you marry me?”

She chuckles deeply as she turns first her head and then her naked body toward me. “You don’t play fair.”

“Never, baby. I play for keeps.”

She narrows her gaze. “Are you going to pull a bait-and-switch with me?”

“Nope. You can ask any of my brothers or their wives in the morning. This is me.”

“You want me to ask them if they’re sure you intend to go down on me every day?” she jokes.

“If you want.” I shrug. “I don’t think any of their wives are unsatisfied in the bedroom, based on the glowing looks on their faces every time I see them.”

“I should ask if it’s true that your mother taught you to cook and take care of a woman.”

“You should definitely ask that,” I agree.

She’s grinning. “I’m naked.”

“Yeah.” I run a hand up her back. “I like you this way.”

She glances between us. “Can I return the favor?”

“Nope.”

She lifts a brow. “How will I be sure you have a cock at all?” she jokes.

I reach down, lift my shorts away from my straining erection, let it pop free long enough for her to see, and then cover it back up. “Satisfied?” I tease. My cock is not humored.