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Especially when she turned to look at me with such a forlorn expression.

I believe actions speak louder than words, anyway, and before I could think better of it, I kissed her and put everything I had into showing her I was sorry.

Now we’re both naked, Vi laying beneath me, her cunt glistening from her arousal and the two orgasms I just gave her with my tongue, and all I want to do is keep pleasuring her until she’s so spent she barely knows which way is up or which way is down.

Moving to my knees, I grab my shaft in my fist and give it a hard, firm stroke, my pre-cum dripping from the tip of the head. Violet pushes herself up and crawls towards me, her hands going to my thighs as she moves them higher.

“Let me,” she says, keeping her eyes focused on mine. “I can make you feel good.”

Her teeth dig into her plump bottom lip, and I groan. I want to be the one doing the biting.

“You already make me feel good.”

I look down when her hand leaves my thigh, going over the one fisting my cock, and wrapping her hand around mine, moving with me. Then, her thumb strokes over my arousal before she lets go and brings it to her mouth, sucking in a salacious way that has my dick twitching in my grasp.

I like being in control, but if this is what she wants, who am I to deny her?

“You don’t have to,” I say, my voice almost pained.

Her eyelashes flutter as she looks up. “I want to, Nathan. I’m just as into giving as you are.”

And then she wraps her sweet mouth around my cock, taking me straight down the back of her throat.

“Fuck,” I curse out through my clenched teeth as I jerk into her mouth, causing her to gag. “Shit, sorry.” I try to ease myself out, but she pulls me back, her eyes finding mine with a slight shake of her head.

The way she works me so expertly has my mind swimming in a state of euphoria until she eases off of me and surprises me when she lies on her back, her head between my legs.

“Spread your legs more.” Fuck if her dominant tone doesn’t have me obeying her. Her hands slide up either side of my thighs.

And just as I’m about to ask what she’s doing, her soft velvet tongue sweeps between my balls and anus. I almost buckle from the sensation.

“Shit.”

She pauses, her breath warm as she speaks. “This okay?”

I nod. “Yes.” My voice comes out strained.

She does it again, her tongue swiping over that untouched skin. I take myself in my hand, working my erection in tandem with her tongue. The way she’s plying me with attention to such a sensitive spot is fucking intense. My arousal increases as she dips a hand between her thighs and starts teasing her clit, arching her back, her tongue a blissful paradise to the point I think—no, I know if she keeps it up, I’ll come.

She slides back out, returning to her knees and grips my wrist, pulling me away from myself so she can replace it with her mouth.

I bow my head towards my chest, and lower myself onto my haunches, my fingers threading through her hair.

I love watching how she takes me deeply and then works up and down my length. I’m not on the small side, and that's in no way my ego talking, and Violet's eyes watering only proves it, but fuck if it doesn’t turn me on and have me hardening even more.

Tugging a fistful of her hair, I pull her back until she releases me with a soft pop.

“Need to be inside your sweet pussy, now.” I pull her up by her shoulders and kiss her lips. The taste of myself mixed with her essence is enthralling. Lowering her onto her back, I nudge her legs open, my cock resting on her wet folds.

“I loved what you did with your tongue back there, Tink.”

She groans and nips my chin with her blunt teeth.

“It was only fair I try and repay the favour. You’re very skilled with your tongue,” she says, her lips sweeping over my jaw until she finds my mouth. I grab her hands, pin them above her head, and keep my lips just out of reach.

“Any pleasure I give you doesn’t come with expectations. Knowing you are satisfied is all the favour I need. But it would appear you have a few tricks of your own.”

She gives a tiny shrug. “Maybe,” she says, licking her lips, her nostrils flaring slightly as her eyes dance over my face as she arches her back, pressing against my hard cock still resting against her slick folds, begging me to slide home.