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I whimpered.

“No, baby girl.” He nipped at my bare shoulders as his palms travelled up to my breasts. “Speak to me. I love the soft gasp of your voice when you’re turned on. Do you want me to do everything to you?”

“Yes—I want it all.”

“Good girl.” He rasped, sliding down behind me. “Now, don’t look away from this mirror. Am I clear?”

“Very.”

I did as he commanded, waiting, craving—

His tongue found me, and I wanted to scream.

But I couldn’t find a voice to.

I tried being obedient.

I wanted so much to be a good girl for him.

But his tongue was making waves inside me, driving me mad.

He sucked on my clit, folded his tongue around it and pulled.

“Carter, please!” I begged. “Please!”

My eyes crossed.

I tried refocusing, to look at this very new woman in the mirror. But each time he did something else, my knees would tremble, and my eyes would roll back.

I came—hard and rough.

My eyes changed colours and for a brief moment of sanity, I saw a side of me that was so damn sexy it further pushed me over the edge.

I accepted the madness, dropped my head back and shouted his name.

He didn’t release me even when my knees did give out under me, he wrapped a strong arm around my hips, held me in place and took his fill.

I was a puddle of myself before he stood and drove into me from behind.

“Shh.” He hushed me when I cried out again.

But I couldn’t control it—I couldn’t control any of it. His name surged from the very deepest part of me, echoing in the stillness of the night.

He clamped a palm over my mouth and moved his face to the right side of my head.

“We don’t want Dillon to hear.” He told me. “I’m going to need you to be very quiet. Show me what a good girl you can be.”

Though I nodded and he removed his hand, the moment he pulled out and shoved back in, I was once again so loud, he had to cover my mouth again.

This time, he didn’t let go.

This time he held me like that, riding me hard from behind and even when we were both covered in sweat and I’d gone delirious from a number of orgasms, he merely just switched positions and pressed his palm to my mouth again.

Who is this woman?

I came again.

Another position.

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