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Yearned.

Required.

And what blew my mind was that this—every inch of this body—was enough to make me change my ways and change everything I’d thought to be true.

Why? I didn’t know.

I just knew that Brooklyn was what I needed.

“Show me how much you’ve missed it.” She clung to my hair, legs spread wide.

I pulled my nose away and began to lick, covering her with my spit, wiggling my tongue through each fold and dip.

“Oh God, yes!”

Her sounds were more foreplay.

And as my licks quickened, I heard, “Macon!”

“My goddamn name …” Holy fuck, I was going to come without even being inside her. “Let me hear it again.” I pressed harder, flicking directly across the top.

I earned myself a scream.

“Macon! Don’t stop!”

I urged her orgasm to the surface, staying in just that spot while I slid a finger inside her to add to the build.

Her hand tightened on my hair, her nails digging in. “Fuck!”

From a vertical rhythm, I switched to horizontal, dropping to the bottom of her pussy, gathering the wetness that I spread back up. And when I reached the summit, her hand locked on my head. Her hips rocked forward. Her legs circled around me, her ankles crossing over the center of my back.

Her sounds told me everything I needed to know.

So did her wetness—thickening, sweetening. Her pussy holding my finger, narrowing around me each time I moved in and out.

She was climbing.

Every lick brought her closer.

And it was fucking beautiful to watch.

“Macon!” It hit me like it was the first time I was hearing her say it, and just as that one word left her mouth, the shudders took over, beating across her stomach, causing her muscles to go from taut to loose. “Ahhh!”

As she wriggled over the mattress, my mouth went faster. So did my wrist, turning, tilting, dipping that long finger toward her G-spot.

I didn’t just want to bring her there. I wanted to send her over the edge.

And as she screamed, “Fuck,” I knew I had.

That was when I slowed things down. When I decreased the momentum of my hand and tongue, waiting for her to turn silent before I stilled.

“If you promised to give me that every day, maybe I’d want you to ask me to marry you …”

I chuckled, gently pulling my finger out, her eyes following me as it went straight into my mouth, sucking her off my skin.

“You don’t waste any of me, do you?”

My finger left my mouth to say, “Not when you taste this good.”

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