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I moan into the pillow, pressing it further into my face, as my thighs squeeze around Seb’s face. He doesn’t stop, he doesn’t slow down, he continues coaxing my orgasm out of me.
“Fuck,” I gasp, as the aftershocks wrack through me. My legs are still quivering, my inner walls squeezing his fingers as I ride out the final waves.
I shove the pillow away as he does a few big licks, cleaning up after himself. I whimper, the thought so hot, so arousing, but as I reach to touch him, he shoves the duvet back and sits up on his heels.
“Good?” he asks with a cocky edge to it.
“So good.”
I refuse to believe a man with no experience at all could make me come this hard, and yet… here I am, still seeing stars from just one oral session with Sebastian. His tongue is a work of art, his skill completely ungradable because it broke the record of every single person that’s touched me.
I’ve never ever come that hard, before.
And, oh, my days, I think I’m addicted to the feeling.
“I told you that you’re not going to sleep until I’ve wrung every single ounce of pleasure out of your body. If your brain is still working after that, I clearly didn’t do a good enough job,” Seb murmurs, pulling the blankets back up over his head as he scoots down the bed.
My hands dart down and grasp his hair just as his tongue touches my sensitive clit. Normally, I can’t stand to be touched down there this quickly, and he halts as I tighten my hold.
“Sensitive.”
“Oh, baby.” His breath tickles my clit, the warmth of it causing goosebumps to break out across my skin. “You don’t know the meaning of sensitive.”
I shudder and loosen my grip as his tongue brushes against me once more.
I wonder how many times it’s going to take before he’s done with me.
29
MAIA
“Oh, my god, look at you rolling!” I gasp, watching in awe as Phoebe moves from her back to her tummy. She raises her head, her bright grey eyes looking at me, as she babbles. “You are so smart. Look at you go!”
I gasp again as I hear one of the guys shout at the other downstairs, and guilt fills me. “Oh, no.”
I jump to my feet, rushing over to the door, and shout for the guys to get up here. They stampede up the stairs, and I roll my eyes as I hear them fighting and pushing each other on the way up, but I don’t care. I move back over to sit down with Phoebe, beaming at her, not wanting to even blink in case she rolls again.
“What is going on?” Topher demands, getting into the room first. He spots Phoebe on the floor, on her tummy, and looks at me with a raised eyebrow. “Why the shout?”
“Why are you so excited?” Ben asks, sneering at me. “The only out of place thing is you.”
I give him a dirty look. “That was rude.”
He frowns. “How? Your hair is a mess, and you’re missing a sock. I was just saying?—”
“Maybe don’t,” I mutter, looking back at Phoebe, and the excitement fills me once more. “Anyways, I called you here to come and watch Phoebe.”
“Watch what?” Topher asks.
I gently roll Phoebe back onto her back and beam at the guys as if it’s obvious. To their credit, the four—three. Ben doesn’t try—of them pretend they’re interested and understand what I want, but I can see an identically confused face on each of them.
It’s actually quite comical.
“Show your daddies how you roll,” I say, beaming down at my little girl.
“She rolled?” Seb demands, barging over to come and crouch down next to her.
“Daddies?” Topher says.
