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I grinned against her, then caught her ass cheeks in my hands, using my thumbs to part her pussy lips.
“Oh, shit,” she whispered, her voice shaky.
I grinned wickedly as I circled her clit with my tongue. She tasted sweet, and I closed my eyes and went to town on her clit. Sucking. Licking. Nipping.
She hissed in a breath, her hands locking in my hair as she writhed underneath me.
“I need…” She searched for the words, but she didn’t need to tell me what she needed. I was so attuned to her—and had been for so long—that I knew that she needed more. To be filled. To have something filling her up.
I inserted a single finger, eyeing her face as I did.
Her legs fell to the sides and her hands in my hair clenched tighter, letting me know without her voicing it that it was exactly what she needed.
“Please,” she whispered, “more.”
I gave her more, filling her with first one finger, then another, until nearly my whole hand was covered in her wetness.
I didn’t let up on her clit, either.
I kept licking and sucking while fingering her, until I felt her start to contract around me.
Just before she could come, though, I moved quickly, positioning myself between her legs.
“You motherfu…” she started but trailed off when I filled her with one swift, fast thrust.
I closed my eyes as my balls drew up.
“Fuck, fuck,” I whispered as I tried to get control of myself and realized that it was never going to happen.
Not with how tight and wet she was. Not with how I could feel her tightening to an almost breaking point around me.
“Son of a bitch,” I cried out as she exploded around me.
Her cry of release filled my ear and then I was coming right along with her, the excitement from tasting her for the first time, paired with being inside of her bare… I was gone.
“Fuccccckkkk,” I cried out right along with her, unable to stop myself from coming. “Fuck, fuck, fuckkkk.”
The groan that left me felt like it’d come straight from my soul.
Her panting breath fanned against my ear as I all but collapsed on top of her, unable to do anything but crash down on top of her.
She wheezed out a laugh, wrapped her arms around my shoulders and then sighed.
“This is going to get complicated,” she admitted. “We’re going to be under a microscope the moment the town gets wind of this.”
“We’ve been under a microscope for years,” I pointed out. “You don’t remember your class being in utter awe of me the moment we walked into prom together? What about when I saved you from your stalker? You don’t remember the media storm that swirled around the town?” I pushed up to my hands and knees, being careful not to disengage my softening cock from her clenched heat. “I’m beyond caring what anybody else thinks of us. I only care about what you think.”
She smoothed her hands down my chest, trying to soothe my anger which apparently, I wasn’t hiding very well.
“I only meant it’s going to get complicated with your brother,” she explained. “Your parents are going to have to choose who to believe.”
I lifted a hand to her chin, wrapped it around her jaw, and forced her to look at me. “What did I say about mentioning my brother when I’m inside you?”
She smirked. “Does it make you feel better that in all the years I was with him, never once did I have a single orgasm? You’ve already passed his number. In fact, you did that the first day. I faked every single one that I had with him from the moment that we first got together.” She licked her lips, then said carefully, “And never once when I was with him, did I feel happy. Never freakin’ once.”
I growled in response.
Yanking her down hard on my already hardening again cock, I squeezed her thighs hard as I said, “Every single time you had sex, you faked it?”
She winced, not because of my grip on her thighs, but the fact that she’d had to fake it at all, I was sure.
“Your brother was an asshole if he thought he didn’t make me come. The first few times, I tried to help him, show him how to make me go… but he didn’t care. He was never willing to put in the work,” she explained.
I moved one hand from her thigh and caught her hand, then moved it so that it was pressed between us, right over her mound. “Show me how you like it.”
She didn’t move her fingers when I let her go, but she did look at me incredulously.
“You do realize, right, that the things you do to me, I didn’t even realize that I would like. I mean, I can get myself off with my fingers in seconds—having a dildo is completely unnecessary. But anything would’ve been better than nothing. But with you? I can see now why people say they’re addicted to dicks,” she blurted.
