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“Ste…,” I try one last time, but by now, I can feel his strong fingers tearing the fabric of my worn-out bra, freeing my girls at the same moment his entire mouth covers my smoldering pussy.

I tense and buck, thrusting myself up into him.

Not from shock or shyness anymore, but because I knew this is what I wanted the moment I saw him on the street.

For a man with a head wound and only two hands, one mouth, and a tongue, it feels like there’s an army of him invading Holly Island.

Steve breaches the last of my defenses once a thick finger yanks my soaked panties to one side, allowing his thick warm tongue to connect with my already creaming valley.

Like biting his lip by accident, he seems to get an animal thrill every time I brush against the bump on his head. It makes him growl deeper.

Probe deeper into me with his tongue, and his hands grip me harder still.

His whole hand almost fitting around my upper thigh, making me feel petite. Thin almost.

Making me feel like I’m in a body somebody wants for the first time in my life.

But Steve Carter’s talents don’t only depend on his gentle to firm and then gentle again tongue play.

No.

His hands are like magicians.

Tracing over my skin with fingertips and then gripping me firmly by the hips or fully cupping a breast, he pinches a nipple, or lays his entire hand on my belly. He moans with newfound delight as I feel myself starting to run a river of arousal for him.

My legs instinctively move up over his massive shoulders, pulling him closer to me, which only seems to please him more.

Upright, I’ve never been one to take anything lying down and not be proactive.

And on my back for Steve, I feel the same.

He’s robbed me of the power of speech for now, but we’re both translating this new language between us – between our bodies.

Us.

A team.

It could be a half hour, or it could be a year, but this feeling can never last long enough. Or so I think until that certain thing I felt coming loose inside me earlier starts to dislodge again.

I know I’m about to come harder than I ever have and try to warn Steve, but his powerful grip on my thighs and butt tells me there’s no need to warn him of anything.

It’s exactly what he wants.

You’ll come in my mouth, and then I’ll taste you forever… Mine!

His voice in my mind is like god damned telepathy.

I feel my eyes widen suddenly as one of his thick digits circles my already quivering asshole, drenched in my own pussy juices. And I know I’m done.

There were only a few buttons on the machine left to push, and as if he had written the manual himself, he knew exactly what I like, just how hard and when to push me.

I’m sure he hasn’t taken a breath since going down on me, but when I hear his firm command to come in his mouth, it’s like hearing the solution to my only problem right now.

The one thing that can ease this pleasant ache.

The one thing to scratch this six-foot-seven itch between my legs.

A strange, almost animal cry fills my whole apartment, and I feel my body stiffen under his grip as he grunts in triumph. Savoring something I never thought possible from myself.

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