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I grab her ass and hold her in front of me while she throws her legs over my shoulders.I feel her buck under the attention of my tongue.I nibble on her swollen pussy lips and push my tongue inside her.Then I open my mouth to take all of her in, and I suck on her entire pussy.

She begins to tremble.I hold her up with one hand while I slip a finger inside her, licking at her clit again.Then another finger.

I turn my hand and slide my pinkie into her ass.

She jerks and tenses up, her pussy and ass milking my fingers.She’s about to come in my mouth.

I hum my encouragement, and the vibration—coupled with the rough way I’m taking her with my fingers—shoots her over the edge.

She calls out and squirts all over me.And keeps cumming.

Oh, yes.

Fuck yes.

Time to make her mine.

CHAPTER 31

Frankie

I’ve just cum so hard that I’m cross-eyed, but he’s not giving me a second to rest.

I like this man’s style.

He’s lifted me up and rolled under me, and I watch with amazement when he raises his massive arm alongside his head to retrieve the condom from the pillow.I’ve never seen a man this huge who’s also this chiseled.

I’m suddenly curious… one day I’ll have to watch him do whatever it is he does to get thiscut, because holy shit!Does he lift pickup trucks off the ground for fun?Rip down stone walls with his bare hands?Complete Iron Man competitions when he’s got a few spare minutes?

So big.

So hard.

And yet… I stroke my palm against the satiny skin of his chest, letting the dark blond curls tickle my fingers.I trace along a thick and raised scar that goes over his shoulder all the way to a nipple.That’s a story I’ll have to hear one day.

Then I tap a fingertip to his breastbone and slide it down, down, until I can bump along the rise and fall of his eye-popping washboard abs.

Hoo, boy.I’ve reached the promised land.I’m going to do it.I’m not some kind of innocent virgin.I already got enough of a look that I know he’s a lot.But I can handle him.So, with that in mind, I decide to take a deep breath and survey all that MacLaine’s packin’.

Lord.

Have.

Mercy.

I reach down to hold his cock in my hand.My fingers barely meet around his girth.He’s silk over steel, hot and rigid under my touch.And growing longer, if that’s even possible.

I let go with an involuntary sigh.Followed by a little squeak of surprise.

“We’ll go slow.”

I nod, still staring at the shocking beauty of his cock.It’s a network of bulging veins.It’s huge, rounded tip.I slide my finger over the tiny drop of pre-cum.

“When you’re ready, you might want to put this on me, Boots.”

I laugh a little.He’s right, I should put the condom on him because I need him to fuck my brains out, but my hands are still a little shaky and my mind’s reeling.

What’s happening to me right now?