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"Touch them," I demand.
She doesn't even hesitate to follow my order. Her arms lift and her hands cup her full breasts. A soft moan falls from her lips.
"Pinch." She does.
"Oh God," she moans, her head tipping back.
Desire from watching her pleasure herself has my cock impossibly hard.
"More, Conner. I need you."
Pushing her thighs wide, I stare down at her. Pink, glistening, and just begging to be eaten.
"Fuck," she cries when I latch onto her clit. Her hands dive into my hair, pulling at the lengths to drag me even closer.
"You taste so sweet," I murmur against her, knowing that the vibrations of my voice will drive her crazy.
"More."
Sliding two fingers inside her, I find that spot that sends her to heaven and don't stop until she's screaming.
The second she's done, I crawl up her body and claim her lips. Her nails claw at my back as she tastes herself on me before she grabs my ass and pulls me closer to where she needs me.
"Fuck me, Conner. Fuck me like you do in all your dirty dreams."
"You know about my dreams, babe?"
"I know about mine. I'm only assuming what yours are filled with."
"Fucking hell, you're perfect." I slide inside her, feeling at home once more, but I don't do as she said. I don't fuck her. This time, I take things slower, more gentle.
"Conner Jagger?" she asks. I pull my face from the crook of her neck, where I was peppering her skin with kisses. Our eyes meet and something crackles between us. "Are you making love to me?"
"Hell yeah, I am."
"Oh God." A ripple of pleasure rushes through her entire body. "I could die a very happy girl right now," she whispers.
"Well, don't, please. We've got so much more of this to come.”
"Where are you going?" I ask when Kenny swings her legs from the edge of her bed. I refused to let her up once I came inside her again, and we've spent the past thirty minutes making out like teenagers as we roll around on my bed.
I'm beyond hard for her again—obviously—but I think she probably deserves a bit of a break.
"The bathroom, Con. Don't look so worried." Reaching back, she runs her fingers over my cheek, her eyes softening. "I'll be right back."
"Okay."
When she does return, I'm sitting up in bed, the sheets pooled around my waist and the TV on.
"I thought we could watch a movie, dive into the snacks."
"You're hungry? Of course you are," she mutters, reaching down to grab one of my discarded shirts and pulling it over her head.
"You look hot in my clothes, K."
She smiles, but something on my desk catches her eye. When I follow her stare, my stomach drops.
Plucking the envelopes from their hiding place, she holds them up to me.
