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“Fucking women’s bathrooms. Well don’t believe everything you hear in a stall. But yeah Becks.” I sigh. “I’m not denying my past, but that’s not what this is. Please tell me you know that?”

“I do.” She says quietly and I pray she’s telling the truth. "Have you been tested?”

“Yeah.” I swallow down the guilt I feel knowing that I’ve had a hell of a lot more partners than two. But I can’t change my past. “I get tested regularly, but I haven't been with anyone since–”

I can feel her holding her breath.

“Since you moved in.” I confess and she exhales with a shy smile.

“You like that pretty girl?” I tease her and pull the tiny strip of lace to the side and feast my eyes on what I felt that night in the SUV.

“You read about this kind of stuff in your books, Becks?” I rasp out as I drag a single finger along the seam of her dripping pussy. “He drags a digit through her glistening folds?”

“Yes.” She whispers on a breathy moan, chasing my touch as I pleasure her. Teasing her with one finger over and over again.

“This better than your little pink toy?”

"Bishop, please," she begs as her hips lift urgently, and she resumes biting her lip.

"You ready to release already, baby?" I add another finger, moving up to my knuckles, and press my thumb to her clit.

"So close," she cries out, spreading her legs even further in invitation. "Please, Bishop!"

"You feel so fucking good." My fingers work in and out, stretching her, curling in and hitting her spot.

I throb painfully against my dress pants, hearing my name fall from her pretty pink lips in desperation.

"I'm going to take my time with you," I murmur before capturing her lips slowly, swallowing the moan she lets out as I continue working her over with lace cutting into my skin from holding it out of my way.

Her nails drag down my back and a shiver races down my spine. I move lower, kissing my way down her body, and kneel between her legs as she cries out her release. I reach for the black lace panties and drag them down her legs, desperate to fuck her with my tongue.

Pressing a kiss to the inside of her knee, I look up to find her watching me with curious green eyes. "This okay?”

Here eyes widen and she looks flustered. “Yes, but I’ve never— no one has—I.”

I freeze.

“No one has ever tasted you?” I run my finger over her clit again and she shivers. She’s even wetter than before.

She shakes her head.

“Becks. Words.” I lean in closer.

“No.” It’s barely a whisper.

My cock jumps knowing I’ll be the first. I grip her thighs with my arms, throwing her legs over my shoulders and sucking her clit into my mouth until she comes on my tongue and lap up every pounce of pleasures she gives me.

I rub her swollen clit, still sensitive from her first and second orgasm, in slow circles. I want to make sure she’s ready for me. Especially because I know one time tonight won’t be enough.

I lower my hand and test her with my finger. “You ready for me, Becks?”

Then, two fingers. The sound of how wet she is for me makes me hard as fucking stone.

She arches into my touch.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” I whisper in her ear and step back from the bed to lose my pants and boxer briefs. Her eyes stayed glued to me and when I free myself her eyes lock on my hard cock standing at full attention.

I stroke myself a few times, enjoying the feel of her hooded gaze on me. But when her tongue reaches out to swipe across her bottom lip, it takes everything in me not to blow my load right there.