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Panic rises.
This has never happened to me before with any of the men I’ve been with in the past.
His warm voice calms my fears. “I don’t want to hurt you. I want you to surrender to me, so I can bring you more pleasure than you’ve ever had.”
His free hand slides under my lace bikini briefs and travels slowly down to my hungry pussy until he reaches my clit. I moan, remembering how well my body responded to his sensual touch less than twenty-four hours ago.
His mouth covers mine, his tongue pushing through to meet mine before he pushes his fingers inside my yearning pussy. His digits slide in and out of me with ease, intensifying my wetness.
Bryce glides his fingers over my hard clit and circles it until I have no choice but bite my lip as an outlet to the intense pleasure.
His mouth moves back to my ear and he whispers, “I want to make you come again.”
His words send a wave of heat right through me.
“I want to make you come as well,” I manage to whisper.
“Plenty of time for that,” he says, “it’s all about you for now.”
Everything happens in a blink of an eye.
He undoes the tie around my wrists, wraps it around his neck, lifts me in his muscular arms, carries me to the bed, and throws me down on the mattress.
I yelp.
He stares at me with lust dripping from his eyes as he tears off his shirt and removes his pants. His boxer briefs are next.
Holy fucking shit!
This is the first time I’ve seen his chiseled body, and I can’t help but admire his perfectly formed pecs and the tightness of his six-pack. His magnificent cock is long, thick, and cut.
The man is packing.
“Turn on to your stomach, I want to see your gorgeous ass.”
I roll over.
“Damn. Your ass looks dangerous in those panties.”
I beam at the compliment.
“Oh, you find that funny?”
“No, I’m flattered.”
Lowering his body, he kisses my ass with the perfect balance of gentleness and forcefulness. He finds my clit and rubs it.
For a few long minutes he gives me more pleasure than any other man has ever given me before. I sink into it, loving every caress, every kiss, every nibble at my skin.
All movement stops.
I groan my discontentment.
“I’m not going to make you come with my fingers tonight. I have other plans for you.”
“Oh.”
“Let me suit up.”
