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I curl my lip and take to the skies.

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The Speed Dating Event

Peeling her underwear over her thighs, I tuck them into my pocket. She watches me with amusement, but I will not be giving those back. A memory for the future.

“Wider,” I command.

Kyrielle obeys instantly, widening her legs. Revealing the most perfect, pink pussy. Inhaling deeply, my brain goes blank, mad with hunger. Reaching for her hips, I scoot her forward. She inhales sharply, widening her legs further as I begin a slow journey to my goal.

Her breath hitches as I exhale hot breath on her center; her moan is nothing short of illicit when I stroke along her wet heat, savoring the flavor. Nails dig into my hair as she presses my face closer.

“Yes!”

My tongue strokes and sucks, acquainting with her subtle signals of pleasure. Her thighs shake when I thrust in a finger, then a second, enjoying the sound of her wetness.

She’s panting, jerking her hips forward. The way she’s tightening around my fingers, I know she’s close. Humming on her clit, I flick it lightly with the tip of my tongue. Her breathing goes silent as she holds her breath. I look up from between her legs to watch her body flush. Right before she falls over the edge, I bring my other hand to her mouth, letting her scream into my palm. It’s the sweetest sound, even when her teeth sink into the pads of my fingers.

I want to hear it for the rest of my days.

55

Neither of us speak the entire flight back to his house. I’m consumed with imagining giving him the greatest pleasure he’s ever known. Erasing every name he burned tonight.

And the way he dominated North? Be still my beating, aching, in-love heart.

Once he lands, we can’t get into his apartment fast enough. The moment the door closes, I’m leaping into his arms, desperately grappling with his shirt.

He laughs against my mouth. “Firefly, I’m wearing both you and the shirt. Lean back.”

Engaging my abs, I lean back while he uses both hands to rip the shirt to pieces. Then he’s re-gathering me, hands roving everywhere. My body's already glowing from the heat building, lighting up the dark living room.

“Take me to the bedroom,” I demand. He chuckles, obeying immediately. My core clenches, desperate for him to fill me. When we’re in the room, he tosses me on the bed, already unbuckling his belt. I take off my shirt and throw it at him. He catches it with one hand with a smirk, dropping it on the floor.

Wearing those boxer briefs that make his ass look incredible, he points at my shorts. “Take those off.”

He eyes my black lace underwear as I wriggle out of them. When he licks his lips, desire shoots down to my core so hard, I moan from the intensity. His hand rubs the hidden erection, thick and ohmygoddess, I want him so bad.

Crawling across the mattress on all fours, his focus on my ass the whole time, I purr, “Can I have a taste?”

His hand freezes. Trinte looks down at me, chest heaving. His throat bobs. “You’ll stop if I ask?”

I can’t help it — I laugh. “Of course, baby. You tell me when it’s enough.”

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I gently move his hand away from the bulge. Tucking my fingers into the tops of the boxer briefs, I look up. “Is this okay?”

He nods. I pull them down halfway until his glorious cock springs free. I’ve seen it a few times this past week, during our heavy petting situations, but this close? All I can say is that it’s a very nice example of its ilk. Not too long and just thick enough to present a good challenge.

Licking my lips, I look up again. “This okay?”

When he nods again, I wrap a hand tentatively around his girth, watching his expression. So far, so good. I stick out my tongue, mouth already watering in anticipation. His gaze darkens, homed in on my every movement. Placing the swollen head on my tongue, I pause. His breathing intensifies, but he gives no sign of discomfort.

Running my tongue along the underside, I savor the taste of him. But I want more, so as I swipe my tongue back up, I insert the head into my mouth, immediately sucking.

“Good sweet goddesses fucking goddess,” he curses, bowing forward, almost falling on top of me. I grin, working the tip with my mouth.

I hum, taking him deeper, loving the way he jerks and swears. But when I bring a hand up to intensify it, he freezes. I do the same, letting go.