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"Uh, well..." He stammers, his cheeks the most adorable shade of red.

"Second option is you watching me make myself come. Take your pick. Quickly, or I’ll do it for you, and it will be number two."

"The first." The words come so quickly they almost tumble over each other. "Fuck yes, Brooke. Ride my face."

"Good boy." I grin and grab the hem of my shirt, slowly pull it over my head, and throw it aside. My bra follows suit.

"Fuck yes," Kieran mumbles, peering at my breasts.

"Turnabout's fair play." I giggle and unlock my belt, giving him a bit of a show. "By that I mean, get naked, Kieran."

When my jeans and panties hit the ground, he’s bundling up his shirt. It joins the grey jogging pants already on the ground next to the bed.

A happy hum comes from the back of my throat as I let my eyes rake over him, taking in the way his smoke tattoos rake over his muscles as he moves. His leg is still a little red from the last tattoo. It's healing nicely.

Ever so softly, I let my fingertips trace some healed lines, hovering, barely touching, all the way from his ankle to the insides of his thighs.

"Damn, Brooke." He grabs my hair, releasing the band keeping it together at the back of my head. I shiver as it falls, tickling my spine and collarbone.

“Damn, indeed.” The air between us crackles, static buzzes, like lightning about to strike. I palm his cock. He closes his eyes and lets out a sigh.

"Lay back down," I whisper, only a breath away from his lips, and let go of his cock.

Once his back is on the mattress again, I lose no time and climb over him, pussy hovering right over his face and my hands on his chest.

"You want this?" My thighs brace either side of his head, his fingertips digging into the back of my thighs. He nods, tongue darting out to wet his lips.

"Want to taste you."

His hands wander over my thighs, drawing soft patterns, and lifts his chin, runs his tongue through my folds as if he's been waiting for my pussy all day.

“Hmmm.” He chuckles lowly, his cock twitching. "Best thing I ever tasted."

"Well then." I shift my hips and lower myself onto his face. "Show me what you've got, Kieran."

Instead of an answer, his tongue nudges my clit and sends waves of pleasure to my core. But the even more fun part is yet to come.

His cock is hard and glistens with pre-cum. It's a nice size, big but not obscenely so. It lays nicely in my palm, as I give him lazy strokes, running my thumb over his head noting his soft hums against my pussy. That’s what I love to hear.

“Fuck.” His tongue leaves my clit and instead explores whatever else it can reach. He laps at my pussy like he’s been wandering the desert without water for days.

"You're so good at this," I moan, trying to keep my balance with one hand on his abs and stroke him faster. Pleasure makes my entire body tingle. “Fuck, Kieran.”

He hums and squeezes my ass, his tongue exploring my hole. Nudging inside, exploring the rim. My hips move against his face on their own, the high I’m chasing slowly taking over my senses.

"Are you almost there yet, baby?" I gasp, hips moving back and forth on his tongue.

He doesn't need to answer. His muscles tense under my palm, and right when I suspect he's about to come, I stop and squeeze the base of his cock.

"Not yet."

His groan is muffled against my pussy, sending a delicious wave through my core. I give him a moment, waiting for his muscles to relax again. His hot breath feathers over the sweaty insides of my thighs.

Fuck. I’m almost there.

Slowly, I stroke him again. Deliberately, without rushing. He doesn’t need it. His legs tense, small sounds go from the back of his throat right to my pussy and I know it won’t take him much longer.

My own release draws closer, delicious pressure building higher and higher in my lower belly. Each lick, every time he nudges my entrance or clit with his tongue, is a nudge on the brink of pleasure.