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then went about swirling his tongue around the tiny little bud, touching but not quite giving me exactly what I wanted.

His fingers probed at my entrance, dipping inside but just as quickly coming back out, giving me a hint of what I wanted while also holding back.

“Why do you tease me so?” I whined.

“Because I don’t want you to come,” he growled. “I just want you hot for me like I am for you.”

“I am,” I promised. “So, so hot.”

I wiggled in his hold, trying to force him to take more of me than he wanted to take.

He chuckled against my pussy, his tongue vibrating with his amusement.

“It’s not funny,” I panted. “Please, I need…”

He added a finger.

Slowly.

Torturously.

And the man was aware of what he did to me. Aware of how much I wanted him. Needed him.

He was killing me softly. Slowly.

I latched onto his ears, hoping for purchase when I knew that I wouldn’t find anything.

“Bourne.”

He slowly slid that finger inside, nice and easy, traitorously slow.

I wanted to snap my legs together around his head and force him to do more, but I knew what that would get me.

Something slower.

And I couldn’t do slower.

So I stayed put where I was, allowing him to do what he wanted to me—what was the definition of torture again?—and nearly died of overstimulation.

When he finally pulled back, I was on fire.

My fingers were tingling. The tips of my breasts were hard and needy little points. My clit was singing.

And my vagina? Bourne Pena now owned that.

All he’d have to do was flick his finger in my direction, and I’d come running, even if it was another torturously slow thing like he was used to doing.

He crawled up my body, his mouth skimming over my hip bones, followed shortly by my navel, then up past my ribs to my breasts.

He let his tongue slide out as he went over one tip, causing a moan to shakily escape my mouth before he paused at my collarbone to suck the skin into his mouth and bite down lightly.

I squeezed my eyes shut tight, praying for patience.

Calm down, Delanie. He’ll give you what you need.

I knew he would.

He’d never not taken care of me before.

But the waiting game that he made me play was a test of my nerves.

I was right, though.

The moment his cock lined up with my entrance and he slid inside? It was everything.

He didn’t go slow, but he didn’t go fast. He kept his pace light and even as he slowly fucked me into oblivion.

“I think I’m going to come,” I breathed, my hands clenching on the back of his biceps.

He ran his bearded jaw over the length of my chin, then stopped when he was at my ear.

“Then come.”

I exploded then, unable to help myself.

I went from feeling like I might blow up to actually blowing up.

Tiny little fragments of myself were likely scattered all over my bedroom.

I cried out, eyes going sightless as the orgasm to end all orgasms rolled through me.

It was like a riptide. I didn’t realize how far and fast it was going to pull me under until it was already on top of me.

Nerves I had no clue I even had burst to life, tingling and firing.

My pussy clenched down hard on his cock, and for once I wasn’t quiet when I orgasmed.

I screamed.

Hard and loud.

I felt my throat constrict and knew that come tomorrow, it’d probably be sore and hoarse.

But for now? With the orgasm rolling through me? I couldn’t find it in me to be concerned.

I panted as I slowly came back to life, and when my eyes finally blinked open, I felt like a different person.

I looked at Bourne, saw his amusement, and could only shake my head.

“I don’t think that I’ll survive if you keep giving me orgasms like that,” I told him bluntly.

He grinned and pulled out, which was when I felt the wetness rush out of me.

I quickly placed my hand over my sex and caught his release with my fingers.

Waddling to the bathroom, I cleaned myself up as Bourne came in and started the shower.

He grinned at me when I used my fourth massive wad of toilet paper to clean myself up.

“It’s been a while,” he admitted.

I rolled my eyes at him, causing him to laugh as he got into the shower.

I followed behind him, reaching for the bar of soap so I could clean myself up.

The shower was short and fast. At least, it started out that way.

Since I’d