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She shakes her head. “God, no. It was missionary, in the dark, didn’t even last ten minutes.”

I’d figured. But that was all excellent to hear.

“I’m really glad he didn’t take a taste of my pussy,” I tell her. I slide a second finger into her, slower, stretching her as I go. “No one else deserves to know how sweet it is, how wet you get, how you smell and taste and feel.”

She just gasps and her fingers tighten around my wrist.

“Come for me, Abigail,” I tell her. I pump in and out, pressing and circling her clit with my thumb. I want her to come so badly, I’m aching with it.

“Torin, God, that feels so good. I…it never feels like this.”

Fuck, I love her words. “No one will ever take care of you like I will,” I tell her, meaning that with everything I’ve got. “Give me your first orgasm like this. Then I need you to come on my tongue.”

She lifts her hips closer to my hand. “I’m so close.”

“What do you need?” I suck on a nipple, thrusting my fingers deep, curling them against her G-spot.

“You…just you…don’t stop.”

“No way I’m stopping, princess.”

“Keep talking to me,” she says, practically panting.

“Now you like the talking?” I ask, grinning against her breast.

“So much.”

“Is your vibrator just a clit stimulator or does it stretch you out?” I move my fingers faster.

“Just…Oh! Um…” She arches her neck and I lean over, and kiss then suck at the base. “It’s just a stimulator. Small.”

“Tell me where you put it.”

“On my…”

I brace for hearing the word clit from her because it’s going to make my cock ache.

“Tell me, Abigail,” I say nipping at her nipple.

“On my clit.”

Fuuuck.

“I’m buying you a vibrator. A long, thick one that you’re going to fuck yourself with when I’m not with you. I’m going to pick it out myself so I know exactly how it looks and can picture it sliding in and out of this gorgeous pussy,” I tell her, sucking on her nipple again, then continuing down her stomach. “And maybe we’ll start texting something other than our shoes and feet.”

She gasps. “I can’t send you those kinds of photos!”

I curl my fingers just right and thrust hard. “Yes, you can.”

“Torin!” she cries.

And then I feel her tighten around me and come.

It is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Her body bows, her chest, throat, and cheeks flush, and my hand is coated in sweet stickiness.

I immediately move to the end of the table, spreading her thighs, and lean in to lick.

“Torin!” Her cry is much louder this time, and she tries to squeeze her legs shut.

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