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She shifts, sliding lower, and then she’s back over me, but in the opposite direction. My vision blurs as her fingers trail down my chest, slip under my waistband, and free me in one smooth drag.

“Oh fuck.” My cry is muffled, swallowed against her as she sinks back onto my face and wraps me tight in her fist.

I’m gone. I’m choking on her, lapping and sucking, moaning into her clit until she’s shuddering. Her wrist jerks harder, faster, pumping my cock as pre-come flows freely.

Tears prick at the corners of my eyes from the sheer, brutal intensity of it—her weight pressing me down, the burn in my lungs, the overstimulation of her touch as I eat her pussy.

She grinds down harder, wet and unrelenting. Her moans vibrate through me, and my hips buck helplessly into her fist, cock slick and throbbing.

“Oh?” She laughs breathlessly. “Do you want more?”

A muffled sob rips out from me against her clit. I drag my mouth free, long enough to gasp. “God—yes—please—more⁠—”

Her laugh sharpens and she shifts forward, hips rolling over my mouth and chin again, and then—oh, fuck—she slides down, until her lips wrap around the swollen head of my cock.

Blinding, white light detonates behind my eyes. My whole body bows off the mattress, a strangled cry tearing from my throat, muffled into the slick heat of her pussy. Tears sting, spilling hot down my temples, catching in my hair as her mouth sinks deeper, taking me inch by inch.

My legs jerk, heels digging into the twisted sheets, trying to thrust, to escape, to give more—I don’t even know. Her hands clamp hard on my hips, holding me still, forcing me to take it. My cock twitches helplessly down her throat and I’m seconds away from exploding, from begging.

I claw at her ass, dragging her down harder until I can’t breathe. I lap like a starved animal, tongue thrashing, sucking her clit until my jaw aches, moaning into her as if I could fuse us together if I worship her hard enough.

She hums around me, and the vibration rips through me, shoving me over the edge.

My release tears out of me, violent and raw, cock pumping thick and helpless into her throat while I sob her name into her pussy. “Sable, Sable, Sable.”

She milks me until I’m emptied, until I’m nothing but shaking, gasping wreckage pinned beneath her weight. But I can’t stop. I won’t. Even drained and ruined, I drag my mouth back to her clit, sucking harder, licking faster, desperate to give her more when I’ve got nothing left. My eyes blur, my chest heaves, lungs burning, but I don’t care—I’ll suffocate here if it means she unravels on my tongue.

She trembles, grinding down until I can’t breathe, until my ears ring with the rush of blood and her moans and slick noises fill the room.

“Yeah… fuck, just like that. Good—good boy⁠—”

I choke on her, spit stringing my chin, nose buried in her, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes from sheer overstimulation.

And then she shatters.

A cry rips through her, raw and broken, hips jerking as she comes hard. She grinds down, grinding her orgasm into my mouth, thighs clamping tight around me as I lick and suck through it, desperate to take all of it.

She shudders above me, trembling against my jaw, and then she lifts shakily, peeling herself off my mouth. Air slams back into me and I gasp, chest rising so hard it burns.

She drops beside me in a graceless collapse, breath ragged, skin shining in the low light. And fuck—fuck—she’s gorgeous. Hair plastered to her flushed cheeks, nipples hard, chest rising fast. Perfect.

“Jesus Christ,” I rasp, dragging in another breath against my raw tongue. “Thank you. Thank you.”

Her head tilts, eyes flicking to me.

Fuck, I said that out loud.

Heat surges up my neck, hotter than the sweat glistening against my skin. My fingers twitch against the sheets. She’s going to think I’m pathetic. She’s never going to want this again. Who in their right mind says ‘thank you’ after something like that? After licking her until my face is soaked and my body’s still shaking? No one, that’s who.

But I can’t reel it back now. Her eyes are on me, and the truth is—I don’t even think I want to. Because it’s real. Every nerve in me is still sparking, raw and alive. She could ask me for anything right now and I’d hand it over on my hands and knees if I had to.

I squeeze my eyes shut, chest shuddering.

God, please—don’t let this have ruined it. Not after that. Not when it felt like this.

“You’re welcome,” she murmurs.

My eyes snap open. She’s shifting closer, her cheek resting against my shoulder, one arm sliding across my chest. Her fingers trail down the slick of sweat there, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.