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I love it.

“Are you wet for me?” I growl before kissing just above her panty line and then blowing on the damp skin.

She tries to squeeze her legs together, but I push them open with my elbows.

“Answer me, angel,” I demand, my voice never rising. Then I trail a finger down the center of her shorts.

She sucks in a breath before saying, “Yes, Branson. I’m wet for you.”

I trail the seam until I slip a finger inside, running between her folds. “Mmm. I haven’t even put my finger inside you and I can tell you’re dripping for me. Do you know how sexy that is?”

She doesn’t answer. Her head thrashes back and forth on the pillow as she moans incoherently instead. I think she curses at me, and that only makes me want to draw it out. Watching my girl lose control for the first time is most certainly a moment I want to savor.

After slipping my finger back out, I hook into the edges of her shorts, pulling them down her long legs.

I want her bare for me.

It’s no surprise that she’s absolutely perfect there too. The space between her legs is soft and smooth, her sweet, fair skin just a little bit pink, and my mouth waters.

I kneel at the foot of the bed, making sure to lift her with me as opposed to dragging her so I don’t injure that sweet ass of hers any further. After I drape her left leg over my shoulder, I kiss the inside of her thigh and repeat with her right.

“I’ve wanted to taste you for so long,” I growl as I slide my finger between her lips again before pushing one inside her.

She’s absolutely soaked as I work her. I stretch her with one finger. Then I add a second. She fists her hands into the bed sheets, attempting to buck her hips, but my forearm is keeping her from relieving any of the torturous pleasure.

After pulling my fingers out, I lift them to my mouth. She’s given me her full attention now at the loss of them. Sucking both fingers into my mouth, I groan involuntarily.

“So fucking sweet.”

“Please, Branson. I need more,” she begs, watching me desperately.

Dipping my head, I lick from the opening of her sweet pussy up to her clit and suck it into my mouth.

“Oh, God.” Her hands fist into my hair, pushing me closer to her.

She’s unashamed of how badly she wants my mouth on her, and it’s beautiful. It also makes me a goddamned ravenous animal wanting to devour her.

I lick and suck, adding fingers or my tongue, until she’s worked up a thin sheen of sweat all over her body. “Are you going to come for me, London?”

Her head bobs up and down, heavy eyelids working desperately not to lose focus.

“Tell me.” It’s more of a rumble from my chest than actual words.

Sweet lips open and close a few times before, finally, words filter into the heated air between us. “I want to come for you. Make me come, please, Branson.”

That’s all I needed to hear.

Curling my fingers, I pump them in and out, hitting her G-spot over and over again. When I know she’s right on the edge, I suck her swollen clit into my mouth, gently biting down as she falls apart. The sound of her screaming my name in ecstasy makes me want to pound on my chest like some kind of primal beast—ridiculous, but true.

Her body quivers and she whimpers as I pull my fingers from inside her. The sweet ridges of her chest are quickly rising and falling, and her small fists are gripping the sheets so tight that I’m not sure the pattern will ever leave them.

I lace our fingers together. “What are you holding on so tight for?” My voice is husky and playful.

“I think you know why.” She bats her eyelashes at me, the deep blue behind them still wickedly tempting.

“You ain’t seen nothin’ yet, angel,” I growl, standing up over the bed. “Scoot back to the headboard now.”

She crawls backwards until the top of her head falls onto the pillow.

“Are you on the pill?”

I hate asking her this, partially due to the fact that, if she says yes, I might go green with jealousy. But it’s something I’m willing to risk as my desperation to have her bare increases every second I watch her lie here as she rides the wave of her orgasm.

“Yes.” Her voice is low, and my fists clench at my