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She clenched around it again, then leaned forward to slip her hand past my cock and cup my balls. A shudder wracked my frame as I fought to keep still, my sac tightening in her palm.

“Fuck.” I panted, thighs quaking as I knelt on the floor. Soon I was groaning with every slide of my fist, body winding tighter and tighter. When the orgasm hit me, my vision whited out as my scalp went numb.

I shook wildly, forcing my hips to stay still as I pumped my cum inside her. When the urge to thrust got too much, I pulled free with a strained groan and jerked my cock recklessly fast to milk out every drop. A guttural snarl left me as I watched the last spurts land on her belly and pubic mound, smoky black against her brown skin.

I was panting like I’d run a marathon when I finally stopped coming, my hand trembling around my sensitive cock. My throat clicked as I swallowed, trying to catch my breath.

“Fuck,” I breathed, sinking back onto my heels because my legs were too unsteady.

My dick pulsed in my fist when Anita leaned back and I saw my cum leaking out of her. Fuck, that looked amazing. Why did that look so amazing? It felt like my brain had melted.

Then Anita made it even worse by murmuring, “Why don’t you lick it up and feed it to me?”

My breath caught as my gaze snapped up to hers. What? Did she really… want that?

I eyed the cum on her belly with a touch of apprehension. I’d never tasted my own cum before. I’d definitely never licked it up and fed it to someone.

But my balls were tingling from the idea of it, which… shocked me a little. Was I into that?

Anita gave me a tiny smile and, in a surprisingly gentle touch, feathered her fingers over my cheek. For a weird, weak moment, I kind of wanted to turn into the touch and nuzzle her palm.

“You don’t have to.”

A hint of competitiveness flared, even though her tone had been sincere. But I didn’t want her to think I was… boring or anything. Because I definitely wasn’t. I was totally up for trying new things.

Including licking up my own cum, apparently.

Shooting her a tiny smirk, I ignored the nerves squirming in my belly and leaned down. When I swiped my tongue over her leaking pussy, I was shocked to feel my cock stiffening up again. Okay, it actually wasn’t that bad. That was a relief, seeing as I’d never really considered what my cum tasted like before. It was salty and kind of smoky. I wondered if Anita liked it.

Well, she had to at least a little, right? She’d asked me to do this. Holding the cum on my tongue, I leaned up and crushed my mouth to hers. That was when I got really into it, as I felt her smooth tongue collecting the cum from mine so she could swallow it. Without really thinking about it, I lunged back down with a moan to collect the rest that had pooled on her belly.

My breaths were quickening as I thrust my coated tongue back into her mouth. Anita moaned, clasping my face as she kissed me back greedily. The smoky taste lingered as we kissed feverishly, until I was fully hard and ready to do it all over again.

Will she let me put the tip inside her again?

When Anita eventually broke the kiss, she grinned at me, still cupping my face in her hands. I smiled back, resisting the urge to kiss my way down her neck and rest my head on her chest. Maybe just collapse on top of her until we were ready for round two.

But no. I was pretty sure any form of cuddling did not fall within the confines of a discreet, sex-only arrangement. We weren’t here for relationship stuff. This was just fucking.

Which was great. Awesome. The perfect arrangement, actually. I was a big fan of fucking, and I wasn’t all that concerned with romance. It wasn’t like I was going to fall in love with her like Greid had with Beryl.

Dropping one last kiss on Anita’s mouth, I gave her chin a teasing pinch before sitting back and stretching.

“You thirsty? Hydration break?” I asked with a grin.

For some reason that made her snort out a little laugh, but when I gave her a questioning look, she just smiled at me.

“Sure. A hydration break sounds good.”

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Anita

“F uuuck.”

The groan from Nuni was tinged with frustration, his brows pulling low as his eyes flashed. I grinned. “You’re never going to get it in that way.”

He glared at me. “I know what I’m doing.”