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“I mean, I like that. A little. I think. But not your mouth on me.”

I teased my tongue across her clit before taking it and both thumbs away. “So I should stop licking you? Got it.”

“No. God no, please don’t stop. Just not my ass.”

“Okay, I won’t lick you there.”

She started to relax.

She really shouldn’t have.

“If you can honestly say you don’t like this,” I tacked on. And then I palmed her ass cheeks to spread them as I licked her ass, her pussy, her clit, and back again.

Using my tongue.

My teeth.

My fingers.

Working her until her sweetness coated my face and dripped down my chin.

She stopped arguing, and I would’ve rewarded her submission with an orgasm. I wanted to feel her come. Hear it.

Taste it until my tongue forgot every other flavor in the world because none of them compared to Greer.

But even with the way I relentlessly ate, following every nonverbal cue from her body, she didn’t fall.

I drove two fingers into her, curling them as I ordered, “Tell me what you need.”

“You’re doing it,” she cried. Actually cried. I could hear the tears of frustration before she looked over her shoulder to show them dripping down from under the mask. Her face was flushed, her hair sticking to her forehead.

If she’d already come, that view would be enough to force me to follow. But I hadn’t done my job yet.

“I’ll grab a toy from the cabinet.” I stood, but she violently shook her head.

“I don’t need a toy. I needyou. Fuck me. Please. Please, please, please.”

Christ, she’s killing me.

It wasn’t that I didn’t want her. Fuck, did I want her. More than anything or anyone in my entire life. But I wouldn’t be something she regretted.

And once the high of pleasure faded, that was exactly what I would be.

A mistake.

I’d been that enough. I wouldn’t be that to Greer. It would fucking eviscerate me.

“Not this time,” I said, the ache in my chest growing until I felt empty. I pushed it down to focus on her. Bending over her body, my lips skimmed her spine. Her shoulders. Her neck. “Tell me what’s happening.”

“It feels so good. Incredibly good. Better than anything has ever felt for anyone. Ever.”

I chuckled against her neck, and she whimpered as she tipped her head to give me more access. I bit down, and she let out a soft hiss.

“I took the teasing too far.” I rocked against her, her wetness soaking through the fabric of my pants. “Payback since you’ve been driving me outta my damn mind since that night on the roof.”

“What do you—” Her question ended in an outraged growl when I stepped away.

“We’ll take a break and try again in a minute.”