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He stopped.

I made a desperate sound.

His eyes lifted over my body.

"Finish it."

I knew the answer.

We both did.

But saying it was part of the choice.

"You make me feel little because I'm safe enough to be little."

"Good girl."

Then his mouth closed over me.

Pleasure struck clean through my stomach.

I cried out and put both hands in his hair. He did not tease for long. Not tonight. His tongue worked slow circles around my clitoris, then flattened and stroked with steady pressure. Two fingers slid through my wetness.

He pressed one inside.

My back lifted.

"More."

A second finger joined the first.

Boone curved them, finding the place that made my knees draw helplessly toward his ears. His beard scraped my inner thighs. His forearm held me down. His mouth stayed relentless and patient.

Pressure built.

I said his name. Then the other one. "Daddy."

He groaned against me.

The vibration tipped me higher. I pulled his hair, rode his mouth, stopped trying to stay composed.

"That's it," he said, breath hot against my soaked skin. "Take it."

His fingers drove deeper. His tongue returned to my clitoris.

I came hard enough to lose the room. My body clenched around his fingers. My legs shook beside his head. I heard myself cry out, a broken sound with his name in it.

He did not stop until I pushed weakly at his forehead.

Then Boone rose over me. His beard shone wet.

The sight sent another pulse through my pussy.

He kissed me. I tasted myself on his mouth and opened wider, hands gripping his shoulders. His cock pressed hot against my thigh.

"Want it?" he asked.

"Yes."