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soft body molding to my hard one. My cock was against the heat of her cunt, the juncture of her thighs like the surface of the sun. I needed all of it, no barriers.
    Pushing up from her, I grabbed a fistful of her shirt and pulled her to a sitting position.
    “Hey!” Her lips were bruised, her eyes dazed. So fucking sexy.
    I gripped the hem and yanked the fabric up, forcing her to raise her arms as I pulled the shirt away. She wore a simple white bra, the cups some sort of molded material that I didn’t give two shits for.
    “Bra off now.”
    “I don’t know if we should—”
    “Take it off or I’m ripping it off. Choice is yours.”
    Fear sparked in her eyes and then a heat that I’d hoped existed under her demure façade. She kicked her chin up a notch in challenge. I smiled. She was a wildcat. She just didn’t know it until that moment.
    She didn’t move, so I gripped the fabric between her breasts and ripped it away. The bra was a ruin as I pulled it from her and tossed it to the floor. Her breasts were free, and the momentum I had to completely strip her ceased. All I could see were the two tear drop mounds with erect nipples pointing right at me, begging to be in my mouth.
    I pushed her back roughly and palmed one while I tongued the other. I groaned against her, the taste of her skin smooth and sweet. Opening my mouth wide, I took as much of her in as I could. Her nipple teased against my tongue, and I slid it out and snared it between my teeth.
    She moaned and arched into me as I bit down on her, my hand kneading her other breast. Her hands were in my hair, her nails digging into my scalp as I sampled her. I switched, getting a taste of both before kissing down her stomach. Her skin trembled beneath me, soft and taut at the same time.
    I grazed my teeth around her belly button and down to the waist of her jeans. They were half zipped from what she’d been doing earlier behind the door. The memory of her soft sighs had me ravenous. I gripped the jeans at her hips and yanked, pulling them and her panties down in a smooth jerk. She yelped.
    “Fuck, Jess.” It was all I could say once I saw her glistening slit. It was perfect with a light covering of damp curls.
    With her knees still together, I dug the tip of my tongue into the top of her cleft. She bucked, but I gripped her hips hard so she couldn’t escape me. I would never let her go, not now that I finally had a taste.
    “No one’s ever done this to you before?” I asked and ran my tongue even deeper, grazing her clit.
    She squealed. “No, never!”
    Pride swelled inside me that she’d given me this gift. And no one else would ever taste the sweetness I just found. Every last bit of it was mine.
    I ripped her jeans and panties the rest of the way down and kissed her ankle, up her calf, her knee, and finally up the creamy expanse of her thigh. When I got close to her wet pussy, I forced myself to work up her other leg first. She deserved the full treatment, and I wanted to sample every last bit of her skin. When I was done, there wouldn’t be a place on her body that didn’t bear the brand of my mouth.
    As I slowly kissed back up her other leg, she let out a series of high moans with each breath. I loved her sounds. I was going crazy to bury my face in her, but I slowed down and pushed her thighs apart.
    When met with faint resistance, I growled, “Spread your legs.”
    She relaxed and gave herself up to me. My big hands looked hot as fuck against her smooth, perfect thighs. She whimpered as I spread her further and breathed on her pussy. Her pink folds were understated and covered in her honey. I was starving for it.
    “You afraid, Jess?” I played my tongue over her, barely touching her plump flesh.
    She squirmed and dug her hands into my scalp. “No.”
    “Do you want this?” I ghosted my tongue along her again. Her hips lifted to me but I backed away. I wanted her to tell me, though denying myself was making my cock painfully