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She clamps down so hard I stop breathing for a second.

Fuuuuuuck.

She’s soaked and hot, and I can get one finger into her and no further without working it. I pump it slow. I work her open with it while I suck at her clit. Her hips are moving now, small rolling pushes up into my face, and when I add a second finger, she makes a sound like I’ve hurt her, and then⁠—

“More. Please. Don’t… Please, more.”

I crook my fingers on every pull back and suck her clit on every push. Her heels dig into my back, and her thighs shake against my ears, and she’s loud. I want to keep making her louder. She’s babbling. It’s my name and every swear word she knows. Then the sounds stop being words at all and go up and up, and she’s clutching at my hair so hard it’s stinging.

“I’m going to come. Flint. I swear to… Ohhhhh…”

Her back bows off the bed. Her pussy locks down on my fingers in these hard, rhythmic pulls that go on and on, so tight I can feel every one of them all the way up my arm. She’s groaning hard and deep. Her head is flung back; her mouth is wide open. My fingers make these wet noises as they go in and out of her.

I work her through it. I keep my fingers moving and my mouth on her, gentler now, until she’s twitching and pushing at my head and laughing in this breathless, broken-up way.

“Stop. Stop, I can’t… Oh my…”

I lift my head. My mouth is wet, so I wipe it.

My balls are in my throat. My cock is aching.

She’s flat on her back with her arms thrown over her head and her hair everywhere. Her chest is heaving, and her thighs are still trembling on my shoulders in these little shudders she doesn’t seem to be able to control. Her eyes are half open and hazy.

“I forgot how good that could be. So good. So, so good.”

“I’m glad you approve. Are you ready for more?”

She laughs, and then it turns into a groan because I slide my fingers out of her and suck them clean while she watches. I’m not a subtle male. I’ve never been.

“Oh, I’m ready. I want to be filled by that big ole cock of yours.”

“You’ll make him upset calling him old.”

She laughs. “You speak about your cock in the third person. I think that might be a little weird.”

“Don’t all guys speak about their cocks that way?” I’m smiling.

“Ummmmm…no…but I like it. It makes sense that your monster cock would have an ego. Does he have a name?”

She rolls over and gets onto her hands and knees on that little bed and looks at me over her shoulder, with all her hair falling down one side, and her ass in the air.

“Happy,” I say in a gruff voice. “His name is Happy-as-fuck, or it will be very soon.”

She giggles, and her butt jiggles.

Holy fuck! That ass.

She rests her chest down on the sheets and spreads her knees, and I can see all of her. Every pink, wet, glistening inch.

“I know you told me you didn’t want to look at my pussy, but I hope you’ve changed your mind?”

“I wanted to look, Star. I wanted to look so badly I snapped at you. You have one hell of a pussy. I could look at it all day.”

She laughs, and her tits jiggle against the mattress.

“I need you to do more than just look. I need you to take me from behind,” she says. “Please, Flint. I want it like this. I want…I want you to fuck me hard.”

Where has she been all my life?