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I chuckle as she begins to thrash when I pull my finger out of her, then hover it over her mouth. “You first.”
“Please.”
“Play with me, darlin’. It’s all right. We have all the time in the world.”
Her face flushes a deeper red as she parts her lips and accepts my offered finger and moans on it. I sink it in deep and almost come apart when she swirls her tongue around the tip.
“Such a good dirty little trainee. We’ve been working hard. I’m ready for my lunch break.”
Dakota is done playing. She reaches down and cups my erection. And I let her, for a moment, because god that feels good.
“You wanna touch it, go ahead,” I growl, reaching down to undo my jeans and quickly shoving down the waistband of my underwear. I lift out my cock for her and let her stroke it. I’m not prepared for how good that feels.
With a grunt, I squeeze my eyes tight and rest my forehead against hers. “Careful, little trainee. You feel so good I might burst too soon.”
“Would that be so bad?”
“You first. Always. That’s the rule.”
Dakota whines as I pull away from her grip and spread open her soft, luscious thighs. She begs me to go faster, but I’m a 35-year-old grown-ass man—not a college boy who needs to get off quickly.
I kiss the inside of her cute little ankle and work my way up the inside of her calf, up her inner thigh. I barely brush my lips over her glistening center, then kiss my way back down the other side, ending at her opposite inner ankle.
She’s finally calmed her urge to writhe and buck under me, though her chest heaves with labored breath.
Finally, I spread her open with my thumbs and dip my head down to inhale her scent.
I knew she was mine before, but now there’s no turning back. I’m tasting my wife.
I bury my face between her sweet, wet folds and lose myself completely. Her juice runs down my throat, dripping down my chin as I lick into her. I give her what she needs: long, slow, deliberate strokes to that dynamite spot inside. Dakota rolls her hips upward again, and this time, I pin her thighs down with my forearms as I split her open with my mouth and tongue. Finally, and only when I’ve decided she’s had enough, do I lazily flick my tongue over her pretty little clit.
One teasing touch is not enough for my Dakota.
“Dean, please!”
“Let’s get one thing straight,” I say, lifting my chin to meet her gaze from between her thighs. God, this view. “This is how it’s gonna be with me. Slow and thorough. It may not be what you want, but it’s what my pretty little girl needs.”
Dakota comes hard with barely another stroke of my tongue, and I know she’s mine. Body and soul.
9
Dakota
My body is still humming with my release when Dean pulls me on top of him.
With our gazes locked on each other, I take a moment to savor the feel of his bare stomach, broad chest, and strong shoulders.
Dean’s face is pink, and his lips are swollen, and knowing why makes me blush.
No one, I mean no one, has ever done me so well.
And I know he’s not finished.
He’s still tense with controlled strength, watching me.
I want to make him lose his ever-loving mind, the way he made me lose mine.
His erection is hard under my thigh as I straddle his lower abdomen. I know he must be aching for it.
