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But what I didn’t expect was to feel his tongue on my ass. Was this the new thing? Was everybody doing this and I was only just finding out about it?
His tongue on my most private part was pure heaven. He jumped off me, and in a swift motion, had pulled my thong down and off my legs. He pushed my knees apart just enough to fit his own between them. I could feel his hot gaze on my openness. He pushed and kneaded my ass cheeks, exposing me even further. His breath was on me again, followed by a tongue that stroked down to my pussy. I was so wet, I dripped onto the bed beneath us.
“You good, baby? You doin’ okay?” he asked.
“Mmmmm,” was all I could say.
His hand fell to my pussy, tickling the insides of my soaked lips. They found my opening and teased me there, a finger popping in and out, up to the knuckle. Then in an instant, he filled me with two fingers and began pistoning with a fury revealing a passion that scared—and thrilled me—at the same time.
I knew he was going to pull a shattering orgasm out of me as I started to shriek for breath and pound my hands on the bed. I arched my hips back and against his thrusts to increase the sensation, my body quaking beyond anything I could control.
“God, yeah. Oh, give it to me,” I begged.
“Do you have a condom?” he asked.
“Yeah. Yes, nightstand,” was all I could mutter.
I heard the snap of the condom on his cock, and his strong arms pulled me up to my knees. He bent over me, pushing my head down on the bed, and positioned his erection against my opening.
I wanted it so fucking bad, I couldn’t see.
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“Please…” I begged. I needed it; I needed him. I needed to forget the mess my life was, and for a moment, believe my beautiful bedroom was all there was in the world—with Dig in it, of course.
“Are you ready, baby?” he growled.
“Yes. Yes, please. Fuck me, Dig,” I whispered.
He eased into me with a groan. I spasmed instantly, approaching another climax that threw my freaking brain offline. A swirling sensation took over, leaving my every nerve screaming.
A guttural moan from behind pushed me over my edge. I bucked against Dig’s cock, convulsing as he met my thrusts. He pumped me one more time before we slammed to a stop and collapsed on the bed, his arms holding me tightly.
“God, baby. You are hot,” he said, twirling a strand of my hair around his finger. I watched him pull it tighter and tighter and then let it snap back to a curl.
I flipped over to face him, our gazes locked.
“Damnnnn,” I said, running a finger over his perfect chest. “That was amazing.”
“That,” he said, “was us just getting started.”
Oh my god, Shelle,” I panted the minute after Dig left.
“Why are you calling me so late?” she groaned. It was kind of shitty of me to bother her at eleven p.m., seeing how early she got up for her doggy duty. But this was an urgent matter.
“Shelle, hear me out. I need to talk. These are desperate times.”
In the background, I heard her taking a sip of the water that she always kept by her bed. She cleared her throat.
“Okay. Okay, I’m here. What the hell happened? Did the roof blow off the house?”
“Don’t make fun of my house when I’m in a crisis,” I barked.
Long sigh. “Okay, geez. Sorry. For chrissakes, would you spill it?”
“I just went out with the real estate guy, Dig.”
“Okay. Well, I take it that since you’re calling me so late that means you fucked him? Hey, how come he didn’t stay over?”
