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“Maya.”

“Yeah?” Her breaths are short and labored, and her thighs begin to shake from the effort of holding herself up.

“I said I wanted you to sit on my face. I want you to soak my beard with your cum and smother the shit out of me with this beautiful pussy.” She lets out a breath when I run a finger through her wetness. “How are any of those things going to happen if you won’t relax?”

“Sorry. I’m just nervous.”

“You don’t have to be nervous. Just relax. Don’t worry about anything other than letting me make you feel good. Can you do that?”

When she nods, I pull on her thighs until her clit is resting right on my awaiting tongue. I drag it over her bundle of nerves slowly, tasting and torturing her at the same time.

Fuck, she tastes incredible.

When I lick her again, I’m rewarded with a breathy moan. Her hips start to move of their volition, grinding against me like she’s needy for more.

“Take your shirt off,” I command. I don’t even recognize my own fucking voice right now.

She does as I say, her eyes never leaving mine as she takes her shirt off, revealing firm, round breasts.

“Does Vic have your bra, too?” I tease. Her dark brown nipples are peaked and waiting to be sucked and teased.

She chuckles and nods.

My cock is throbbing, aching to be inside her, but I want to take my time and savor this moment between us. After today, I don’t know when I’ll be able to have another if Ezra gets his way.

“You’re so beautiful, Maya,” I murmur. She blushes adorably. “You know what’s even prettier?”

“What?” she breathes.

“This glistening pussy.” She gasps and arches her back when I lick her again. “You’re so wet for me,” I murmur, more to myself than to her. Each stroke of my tongue has her writhing and panting above me. She moans my name over and over, the sound like the sweetest melody.

“Lee.” Her body begins to stiffen as her moans get louder and louder.

“Hmm?” I grin when she cries out at the vibrations from my voice on her sensitive clit.

“I-I’m going to—fuck!”

“You’re going to, what, darlin’? Use your words.”

She grabs my hair, her hands fisting so tight her fingernails dig into her palms. I groan at the pain.

“I’m gonna come,” she breathes, looking down at me.

I smirk and gently push her off me. She pouts and starts to protest, but I cut her off.

“You better hold it, darlin’. I’m not done with you yet.”

CHAPTERTHIRTY

MAYA

I’m goingto kill him.

Like, legitimately murder him.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I practically growl.

He smirks and begins to undress. “I want the first time I make you come to be on my dick.”

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