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“Oh, my god.” She arches her back, giving herself to me, and I take her other tit in my hand to caress it while lapping at her taut little peak. “That feels amazing.”

She has no idea.

I switch sides, going back and forth, kneading each breast, and her sighs and moans are music to my ears. She rests a hand on the back of my head, tentative, but I draw a reaction by sucking her nipple between my teeth. Her nails rake over my scalp as she sucks in a pained little breath—then moans.

From the corner of my eye, I see the way her hips roll and grind. She’s probably soaking into the sheets by now, so quick to react. Yet when I run a hand over the flat plane of her stomach, the muscles beneath her skin tighten.

I lift my head. “Are you okay?” I whisper.

She nods, then pulls her lip under her teeth. “Nervous.”

“You have nothing to worry about. Just relax and enjoy.” I trail kisses down the length of her stomach, delighting in the way she gasps and sighs at every touch of my lips. The closer I get to her pussy, the stronger the scent of her arousal becomes. I couldn’t stop now if I had a gun to my head. I need to know what she tastes like, need to bury my face in her and forget everything else.

Still, she tenses up when I part her legs and settle myself between them. “Relax,” I murmur, brushing my lips over the impossibly smooth skin of her inner thigh. With every kiss, she eases a little more until her legs fall open and spread her plump, glistening lips for me.

She’s as wet as I imagined, her juices running down the length of her slit and pooling on the sheet beneath her. I’m about to bust free of my shorts, where I know I’m making my own wet spot, thanks to the precum dribbling from my tip.

I lower my head to take the first swipe over her skin with my outstretched tongue, and she almost jumps off the bed. “Easy,” I murmur, wrapping my arms around her legs to keep her still before taking another lick.

My god, she’s sweet, like the juiciest, ripest peach. I could kneel between her legs all day and never get tired of tasting her. That, plus the joy of hearing her sink into pleasure she’s never experienced before this morning, is better than any fantasy I’ve tortured myself with these past few months.

Now she’s here. Mine, begging for me to take her. And what am I doing? Easing her into it. Teasing us both. Awakening her.

I probe deeper, circling her entrance with my tongue, lapping at her nectar. Her moans grow louder the deeper I go, her fingers twisting in my hair. I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as the sight of her head rolling from side to side, lips parted, eyes closed. A woman in the grip of wanton lust, finally waking up to everything she’s missed. “Oh, yes… more, please, more… that’s perfect…”

I give her what she wants, focusing on the bundle of nerves I know will drive her over the edge. Her hips buck when I flick my tongue over her clit, and soon, a fresh gush of pussy juice coats my chin. Now my cock is painfully hard, on the verge of explosion. I free myself frantically, stroking my rigid shaft, coating myself with the precum trickling from the tip in a thin stream.

“… oh, god, what’s happening?” She’s panting, frantic, riding my face. All I can do is hold on while frantically fisting my cock, longing to sink deep inside her. “I’m going to… oh, my god, I’m going to—”

And then she does, she comes, and suddenly, I’m drowning in her, holding her as still as I can as I lap up every drop. While my balls lift, and the familiar rush comes over me that always does when I’m about to let go.

I can’t take it anymore. I’m so close. I push myself up on one hand and barely have enough time to aim my cock before exploding. “Fuck, yes,” I growl before my cum lands on her inner thigh in one spurt after another, painting her skin and dripping onto the sheet.

Once the roaring in my head finally subsides, I gaze up at her and find her staring at me. Her hair is a mess, her skin flushed, and her eyes half closed and hazy in the aftermath of pleasure. “Wow. I… I had no idea…”

I only smile before getting up and going to the bathroom to fetch a washcloth to clean her up. I catch sight of myself in the mirror and find myself grinning. I can’t remember the last time I felt this good.

I’d better be careful, or I might become addicted to the feeling.

“Thank you,” she whispers as I wipe her clean. “That was amazing.”

“It sure seemed like you thought it was.”

“And I kind of liked watching you do… that.” She’s blushing when her eyes dart over to where I marked her with my cum. “Is that weird?”

“No. There’s a whole range of things people like and dislike. You’d be surprised.” Just as surprised as she’d be if she knew what was down the hall. But she wouldn’t know the first thing about what to do with any of that, not yet at least.

When I retrieve the breakfast, it is cold, though the eggs and fruit I brought up are still edible. “So what are we going to do now?” she asks between bites.

The poor girl is ravenous. I wonder how broke she really is.

“I’m going to transfer the money as soon as the bank’s open, which is any time now. I assume the money will hit your account soon thereafter. They don’t screw around with money, that I can assure you.”

She stares down at the eggs. “How are you involved with them?”

“I go in once a week to do their bookkeeping.”

“I see.” She offers a tiny smile when her gaze meets mine. “I guess we all do what we need to, huh?”