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I lean back on my heels and look at him. He stares down with heavy eyes. “I love the taste of your cum. I wanted to swallow.”

He grunts as his chest heaves. “Sit on the coffee table.”

So, bossy. Fuck, do I love it. I sit on the edge of the table and spread my legs open. I’m not wearing any underwear, just an oversized shirt. Spreading my legs leaves me on display, and my pussy throbs with need when he drops to his knees.

Suddenly, I feel so empty.

“You wet for me, baby?” One hand presses against my thigh, nails biting into my flesh, and his other spreads open my pussy.

“Always.”

He chuckles, fingers playing, teasing–rubbing everywhere, but where I need. “Fucking soaked.” Colby pulls his fingers from me, and I groan in complaint. He brings them to his nose and inhales, closing his eyes.

“That’s all for you,” I say.

He sucks on his fingers, then plunges them back into me. Hard. “Fuck.” I drop onto the table, my elbows holding me upright.

His fingers scissor me open, stretching me, and then his mouth clamps around my clit. I drop completely onto my back on the table and reach to grab his hair. I grind into his face, desperate to come.

“Stop moving.” His free hand tries to still me.

“Start sucking,” I toss back.

“You’re bucking like a wild animal. I can’t stay on your clit when you ride my face. Unless you want me to lie on the couch and you can sit on your throne, properly.”

“Fuck.” My pussy clenches around his fingers.

“That’s right. You like that idea? You like sitting on my face, suffocating me? Well, I fucking love it. Come here.”

He scoots back and rests against the couch. Colby’s legs stretch out. When I stand, he grabs my waist and pulls me until I’m standing over him. His face is between my legs, and his fingers slide inside me again. As he leans his head against the cushions of the couch, he commands, “Sit.”

I shuffle forward and rest my knees on the cushions on either side of his face. I moan as his nose buries into my pussy, pressing right against my clit. “Oh, God.”

Grinding against his mouth, I brace my hands on the back of the couch as he thrusts his fingers in and out of me, until the friction becomes unbearable, and my clit throbs with so much pleasure, I burst at the seams.

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