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Oh God, oh God, oh God—
I lick and suck, sliding a finger inside her. Then another. I fuck her with my fingers at a slow yet steady pace as I press my tongue flat against her clit, covering as much area as I can before I wrap my lips around the little bit of flesh and suck on it.
Hard.
She rides my fingers, her hands falling from my hair to grasp at the sheets, gathering them in her fists as she grinds beneath my mouth. I increase my pace, adding another finger, stretching her wide, filling her up, and her clit pulses against my lips.
Damn, she’s close.
My gaze flicks up to find her watching me with a heavy-lidded gaze, her lips parted by her pants, her eyes falling completely shut when we make contact. I curl my fingers deep inside her, trying to hit that spot that gets a woman off, and her entire body goes tense, her muscles straining.
“Knox.” My name is a plea falling from her lips, her head thrown back, her hand returning to my head, fingers tugging on my hair, smashing my face against her pussy.
I devour her with enthusiasm, sliding my fingers in and out of her at an increasing rhythm. Her hips work with it, churning fast. Faster…
“Come on, Jo Jo,” I murmur against her flesh. “Come for me.”
She shatters beneath me with a keening cry, her body wracked with shudders. She shivers and shakes, her inner walls gripping my fingers in a pulsating wave that has my dick hard as a fucking rock.
Just from giving this girl oral.
She lets go of my hair, her fingers pressing against my forehead, trying to push me away.
“Too sensitive,” she murmurs, and I let up on my ministrations, dropping a kiss on her lower belly before I slide up her body, kissing her here and there until we’re face to face.
Her dazed gaze meets mine, and she slings an arm around my neck, pulling me down for a kiss.
“I can taste myself,” she murmurs against my lips.
I smile. I can’t help it. “Pretty fucking filthy, right?”
“Yessss, oh my God, that was…” Her voice drifts and she kisses me again, her tongue brushing against mine languidly. “So good.”
I return the kiss, running my hands down her back, curving them over her ass. It really is perfect—the perfect handful. Smooth and round and fucking sexy.
“So good doesn’t feel like a strong enough description,” she continues, her head falling back when I kiss her neck. “Like, that was the most—”
She goes quiet.
I pull away from her, frowning. “The most what?”
“Should I tell you? Will it go to your head?”
Chuckling, I return my mouth to her slender neck, kissing and nipping the sensitive skin. “Everything’s already gone to my head.”
I grasp her hand, guiding it toward my dick, which is straining the front of my jeans.
She curves her fingers around my length, giving me a firm squeeze, which tears a groan from deep inside me.
“That was the most intense orgasm anyone has ever given me,” she admits, removing her hand from my cock.
The disappointment is crushing at the loss of her touch.
Then she reaches for the front of my jeans, tugging at the button fly and undoing it, and my disappointment evaporates, replaced with anticipation. She undoes the last button, spreading the denim wide, her fingers streaking across the front of my boxer briefs, and I grab hold of her wrist, stopping her.
“You don’t have to do this,” I say, being one hundred percent real with her. “I don’t expect it. I wanted to go down on you.”
She lifts her head, staring at me, and I take her in. Her flushed skin still rosy, thanks to the “most intense orgasm of her life,” her sparkling eyes and all of that dark hair spilling across my pillow.
