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She gasps softly, a nod of her head before she speaks. “Yes. Please.”

Fuck.Just hearing her say please makes me want to fuck her until she can’t walk. But I have to restrain myself. Instead, I look into her deep mesmerizing eyes and let myself lose a fraction of control as I kiss her with a ferocity I’d been holding back for weeks.

My tongue fights for dominance as she moans into the kiss. Her legs wrap around my waist as I place one hand on her throat and use the other to brace myself above her on the bed. Just the taste of her kiss alone has me dying to fuck her.

But not yet. She hasn’t earned that yet.

Instead, I let my lips leave hers, trailing over the side of her neck as my hand brushes down the thin bra strap on her shoulder. Her perky breast pops out from beneath it, ready for me to play with.

One minute she’s smiling and the next—a moan escapes her as I capture the erect bud of her nipple within my teeth.

“Oh, fuck,” she gasps, wriggling beneath me.

I can’t help but find amusement in her reaction, having wondered for so long how she would look. She is more beautiful, more… everything.

With her breast within my lips, my fingers find their way between her thighs, slowly sliding over the silk of her black thong, teasing her pussy lips before diving beneath the fabric, slipping inside her. She moans, her back arching as two of my fingers stretch her out as if she hasn’t been stretched in ages.

To feel how tight she is has my cock straining. Every inch of it aching to stretch her to limits she’s never gone before.

“Please,” she moans again. Her hips rock against my hand as I fuck her just like she needs. Slow steady strokes against her g-spot until she is begging a bit louder and cries out as she tips over the edge, her fingers gripping at the blankets on her bed as her head tips back in pleasure.

That was the first orgasm I plan to make her have tonight, but it sure isn’t the last.

As she comes down, I slowly slip my fingers from her, watching as her eyes meet mine once more.

“You’re such a good girl…” I murmur, lifting my soaked fingers to her lips. “Taste yourself.”

She doesn’t hesitate to wrap her tongue around my fingers, moaning as she does. Her enjoyment of the arousal I created in her makes me hungry for more.

“My turn to taste.”

It almost seems like she half-expects me to lick my fingers, but instead, I go to my knees. Pulling the panties from her body in one swift motion as she sits up on her elbows staring at me. “What are you?—”

Her words never finish as my mouth descends on her core with a hunger I’ve never felt before. No other woman I have ever fucked made me want to please her as much as Kylie does.

With a swirl of my tongue, her head falls back again. Her moans get louder and louder as I grip her hips tighter, pulling her harder against my face before placing one hand on her abdomen, not allowing her to move from where I have her.

I can feel her pulling back slightly. Eager to move with me, as if the friction of moving her pussy against my tongue motions will bring her pleasure. But it isn’t about allowing her to bring herself pleasure. It’s about me bringing her pleasure. It’s about my control over her in this situation.

“Oh—god!” She cries out, my lips nipping at her sensitive clit as her legs begin to shake and my tongue dives back within her core once more. “Fuck! I’m going to come… Dante… I’m?—”

But it's too late, and I’m glad it is.

She comes hard, her eyes rolling back, one hand gripping my hair as she screams out in pleasure. Her voice echoes around the room as if the moment is life-shattering. The sweet taste of her flows over my tongue as I lap up every single last drop.

I don’t let her go right away. Not until the shaking stops and she falls flat on her back, panting as she tries to catch her breath. Standing to my feet, I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and gently get her tucked into bed.

After what I did, her eyes fluttered close. Exhaustion takes hold of her, the sight bringing a smile to my face as I step back towards her bedroom door.

If I planned to stay away from her before… it sure as hell isn’t happening now.

One taste of Kylie, and I’ll be damned if anyone else is going to have her.

Chapter Twenty-One

KYLIE

Oh shit, what was I thinking? Apparently, I wasn’t thinking at all. At least not with my tipsy brain.

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