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Fuck, she was hot.

So fucking hot.

Tongue cleaved to the roof of my mouth at the prospect of being able to worship her, of getting to drown myself in her sweet, sweet cunt again, she surprised me by clambering onto my lap and staying there.

Hands settling on her hips, I urged, “I can’t wait to taste you, Star.”

She bit her lip as she reached for my cock. Shaking her head, she didn’t answer, just started rocking her slit against me.

With her tits right goddamn there, I reached up and cupped one, palpating, squeezing, and pinching before I allowed my free hand to give the other the same treatment.

She was drenched around my dick, which made it even easier for her and more torturous for me to be surrounded by slick, hot silk while my palms were filled with her curves.

With her eyes locked on mine, I saw the internal shudder of pleasure every time she nudged her clit.

Fully expecting her to get herself off like she’d done yesterday, I watched her, knowing I was close and that she’d probably need more so I had to hold back.

Her orgasms were slow to burn but fiery in the aftermath, and watching her regain ownership of her pleasure this way was the most satisfying thing I’d ever seen in my fucking life so I’d never shortchange her. Not when her satisfaction was half my fun.

Her hands plopped onto my chest as she began to grind into me. Her nostrils flared with every thrust as she worked herself higher, higher, then, as was becoming the standard today, she growled under her breath and jerked onto her knees, making my hands fall to my sides in response.

She quivered above me, frustration teeming from her pores.

With another growl, she snarled, “Why is it so fucking hard?”

I angled my head to the side. “Let me help.” It wasn’t a question.

“No.” Mulishly, she dropped down again and started rocking against my dick. After a couple minutes, she snapped, “I can feel it. It’s…” Her expression tensed as she worked herself up—to pleasure or in annoyance, I wasn’t sure yet. “It’s mine,” she rasped. “I wanted this.”

Then, she was back to her knees, her entire frame quivering as she hung on the precipice.

Though I knew this was something she wanted to take possession of, I sat up and carefully tumbled her into the sheets so she was lying supine.

I didn’t loom above her, just whispered, “This isn’t a battle, Star. This isn’t something you have to do on your own. Teamwork makes the dream work, no?”

She snorted but didn’t answer, just lay there, little sparks of pleasure making her twitch beneath me as if her circuits were starting to short but not enough to lead to the big O.

I let my tongue circle her nipple, but I didn’t hang around because she said she didn’t have much sensitivity there. Then, I traced her navel before going deeper and nuzzling my face into her mons. Gripping her thighs, I levered them higher so they were together and pinched her labia between them.

Peering around her legs, I informed her, “This isn’t a sprint, Star.”

“I just want to come,” she complained breathily. “I don’t want it to be a struggle.”

“We’ll get there, baby. We’ll get there.”

Her throat bobbed as she turned her face away from me, but she graced me with a nod.

Reaching down, I pinched her outer pussy lips at the upper apex, watching her squirm as I pinned her clit in place.

Moving my fingertips in a circle, I lowered my other hand and ran a tip through the compressed folds where her juices had gathered.

She tensed but, maintaining the massaging action of my fingers, I asked, “May I?”

Star was quiet for so long that I figured she was going to say no, but instead, the nod she gave me this time was jerky.

“Words, baby.”

Her nostrils flared. “Don’t hurt me.”

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