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Then he invades my tights, reaching down, skimming past my belly, and grazing my clit. His hand moves farther down. I lose my breath as he kisses me while his fingertip circles me.

“Jesus. Jillien. You’re so wet. It’s so hot. You’re fucking incredible. What was it I promised you about my finger?”

I roll my hips toward him, trying to get finger fucked. I need release now. His palm is pressing my clit down as he invades my tights.

“Was it this?” And he pushes a finger inside of me. I groan and flex to take it deeper. “Or this?” He pulls out and thrusts it back in. I’m so close already, having been on edge all night. “Tell me, Jillien, did you want more than a finger?”

“Mmmmhmmm.”

“Words.”

“More. Please let me come. I want more.” My arms are starting to ache over my head, but I don’t care. I’ll keep them there all night if it means I can come this way.

“Good, Bella. That’s good. Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it all to you.” He slides another inside me, then pumps and twists. I close my eyes and wait for it to wash over me.

“Open. Look at me. Show me what you look like when you come. I’ll give you the orgasm, but you need to see my reaction to you.” His eyes are hooded and depraved, and he curls his fingers one more time and rubs the inside of me perfectly. I gasp, then murmur. Finally, he sweeps his thumb over my clit, and the tension is so sharp. I need to snap.

“My cock is so hard for you. It’s like velvet, fucking you this way, and my dick can only imagine how good it’s going to be.” That dirty talk was it for me.

“It’s now. Fletch. Make me come now. I need it.”

“Be loud for me.” And I yell his name as his eyes grow hungrier. I’m coiling tighter, then I come crashing down on his hand. I scream his name so loudly that I’m sure the neighbor can hear me through the muffle of snow, two solid brick houses, and a wall of shot glasses. My legs are shaking, and he catches me around my waist and pulls me to him as he continues to pump, and I ride out the rest of the best orgasm. I crumple over, bracing myself on his shoulders. “Fuck, so that’s what five hours of foreplay feels like. That was epic,” I say softly as I try to regulate my breathing.

He’s on my ear, and my skin is so sensitive I shudder a bit at his breath. He eases out of me and pulls his hand from my tights. “Thank you. That was so beautiful to watch. And I do believe I promised you more than one orgasm, so if you’ll excuse me.” I’m a bit boneless but intrigued about where this is going.

He hooks his thumbs into my tights, careful to leave the thong behind. Then I feel his hand dig into my tights again, but this time he works them off my body. Even this is the sexiest thing that’s happened to me in years. I shift my weight and wiggle my butt to help a bit. He pauses, leans in, and licks my inner thigh. I could die. He stops and gazes at me. I shiver a little because now my ass is freezing on the door. He removes my boots, Cinderella-style, and finishes unrolling my tights. Then picks up each foot and gently kisses the top of it.

His hand cups me below, and he barks his next order, “This is mine tonight. Give me the gift of control.” I nod. Liam parts my legs and puts his head under my skirt. He peeks back out for a second. His virile hands are rubbing the length of my legs, instantly pebbling my flesh all over.

“Those are epic panties and your bush seems to be contained within them. It felt so fucking good in there. Shave, wax?”

“Natural.”

“Music to my ears.” His thumbs push into me through the thong, and I gasp. He strokes forward and back, and I rock. His warm breath is so close to me, and I shudder as my thong hits the floor. He spreads me quickly, placing one leg on his shoulder. I brace myself against the wall with my hand. He adjusts, but his fingers never leave my clit. His wet beard is lightly grazing my thighs. He’s going to kill me with pleasure.

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LIAM

She tastes as good as she smells. Good fucking night, I could eat her out until morning. I reach my hand up and paint her lips. She smiles and sucks my finger clean. “See, you’re fucking delicious, Bella.”

Imagine that. We both ended up loving oral. I remove my hands from her pussy and caress her luminescent peach skin. I’m sucking and licking as she bucks into me for more pressure. She might not be mine in the morning, but she’s mine right now. Her surrender tastes divine.

I hold her open as wide as she can go. She bucks against my face with the rhythm of my tongue. I flick and nip, and it has little effect, but a quick rigid spiral drives her senseless. She needs pressure on her clit, but I have other plans for my mouth. I move under her. My fingers keep her clit busy while I rim her slit. She whimpers hard and involuntarily shakes. She’s rocking back and forth, squeaking. It’s so fucking cute and sexy. I dart into her with my tongue, and she screams louder. I wiggle around my long tongue, feeling the most sacred part of her. She’s thrashing her head around. I stop everything to look up at her.

“Eyes on me.” Her face snaps to mine; she seems surprised. “You want me to fuck you, don’t you?”

“Oh God, yes. Please fuck me. Now.”

I stand and stare at her. She licks her lips.

“Come here.” I wipe my dripping beard. She rushes to me, and I capture her mouth. Claiming her. I taste her urgency and complete abandon. I taste her wildness.

She’s digging her nails into my hair. I pull back and nod. She squeals and darts for the staircase. As we hit the landing, she turns to the attic stairs, and I smack her ass lightly. She runs up the other staircase to my teen bedroom and the old TV room. The place I fantasized about her the most. Her glorious naked ass flashes me with each step as her skirt flips up. “Strip when you get in the room.”

Never turning around, she lets her dress puddle to the floor. I dive at her perfect ass and lick the crack as she squeals. I remove her black lacy bra before she can turn around. I reach for her tits and peak her nipples. I’m fully clothed when she turns around. I groan at the sight of my idealized version of nipples. Large and uniformly amber-colored and hard. I put one in my mouth while my left hand finds the other. She moans my name. It’s too much to bear. My dick is atomic hard and angry.

“Take my clothes off.” Her eyes flash with lust as she undoes each button of my shirt slowly. She kneels on the old ratty red and black couch as she removes my belt. I try to help her, and she slaps my hand away. She’s hot as hell, undressing me. We’re in the one part of the house that’s untouched by renovation. It’s like a time capsule.