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I pulled back, kneeling over her.

“Your shirt’s gotta go.” She panted, propping herself up on her elbows.

Not one to disappoint a lady, I reached behind my neck with my good arm and tugged it over my head before tossing it away, not caring where it landed.

“Fuck you’re hot,” Tillie murmured as she traced the muscles on my chest with her nails.

As much as I loved her hands on me, this wasn’t about me. At least not yet..

I climbed off the bed and looked down at the woman who’d captured my heart without even trying. Tillie mightn’t be ready to hear those words, but I knew I had no doubts.

Her chest heaved as she looked up at me through hooded eyes.

“What are you—” the question died on her lips when I hooked my fingers into the top of her pants and dragged them down her legs. “Oh,” she gasped as she squeezed her thighs together.

I sank to my knees and grabbed her ankles. When I dragged her toward me, a surprised squeal slipped from her lips.

“Cody, you don’t have to.” She started backtracking as she covered herself with her hand, her confidence slipping.

I ignored her rambling. I could smell her scent, and there was no way I could stop. I was craving this woman.

I pried her knees apart and wedged my shoulders between them. I wasn’t going anywhere any time soon.

“Is this what you want, Tillie?” I asked, trailing my finger lightly along her seam, smirking when she lifted her hips, wanting more.

“You! I need you.”

“Need me to what?” I kept taunting her. My touch was feather-light, and it was driving us both crazy.

With a huge huff, she pushed up on her elbows, and if looks could kill, then I’d be a pile of ash. “I need you to fucking eat me like you’re a prisoner on death row and I’m your last meal.” She growled and lifted her hips.

“My fucking pleasure.”

Reaching down, I unbuckled my belt and yanked down my zipper, desperate for extra room. After palming my cock, I focused on her dripping pussy. With the first swipe of my tongue, Tillie let out a tortured moan as she buried her hands in my hair, tugging on the short strands. I brushed my thumb across her clit, and her back arched off the bed as she massaged her tits.

Tillie was the perfect package. She was hot, wet, and her taste was addictive. Lifting my eyes, I watched as she struggled to keep her eyes locked on mine.

“Cody …” My name died on her lips as I slipped a finger inside her, the walls of her pussy clamping down almost painfully. I couldn’t wait to be balls deep.

Starting off slowly, I thrust my finger in and out, all the while toying with her pulsating clit. I could feel the moment her orgasm closed in and pulled back slightly. It was a bastard move, but I wanted her to want it. I needed her to want it. I wanted to drive her crazy with pleasure before catapulting her into the abyss.

“Wh-wh-why’d you stop?” She panted.

“I didn’t,” I teased, flicking her sensitive nub.

“I need you to fuck me now,” she pleaded.

“Not yet.”

“Cody,” she whined.

“Come for me first,” I told her.

Her fingers snaked down toward her center, and I smacked them away. “This is mine,” I told her. “Your orgasms belong to me.” I’d never been a caveman before, but for some reason, Tillie brought it out of me.

With a dramatic huff, she flopped back against the mattress. “Well, get on with it then.”

“Careful what you wish for, baby girl,” I warned as I went to town. I was a competitive guy, and I was determined to send her soaring.