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spread wide for his viewing.
    Every time he glanced up at her, she could see the hooded lust, the flush of pleasure on his face, and knew he was loving every lick, every taste. She felt like his favorite treat, his favorite late night snack, or make it early morning, instead.
    “Beck.” She tugged at his hair until he lifted his head to glance up at her. “I want you to fuck me. I want to feel your cock.”
    “Soon,” he promised as his eyes fell back to her pussy. He licked over her again as if he just couldn’t rein the desire in. “I want to taste your orgasm on my tongue first.” His glance locked with hers once more, and his fingers quickened, fucking her a little harder and faster. “Will you come for me, Deja? Let me taste your release?”
    She could do nothing but nod as she moaned. She was close, so close, and he knew it. He moved his mouth on her clit and sucked hungrily at it, as he fucked her even harder. His fingers speared, swirled, and pulled almost free before thrusting deep again.
    “Beck,” she moaned his name as she rode his face and fingers. She tried to keep the fingers of the hand she had clenched in his hair from tugging and pulling, but knew she was failing miserably. She slid her other hand down to wrap in his tresses as well, and she pulled her knees back, spreading herself wider as she rode him.
    “Oh, God!” she groaned. “Oh, Beck. Oh, God. Yes! Yes! Oh, God, Beck, yesss!” An orgasm ripped through her, and she prayed she hadn’t scalped him as he jerked his head from her grasp to bury his tongue in her clenching channel. She could feel him licking and sucking as he worked his tongue in and out, somehow widening his tongue while it was inside her and rubbing along her trembling walls.
    “Beck,” she panted her plea out again. “Fuck me, Beck. Please. I need your cock.”
    He moved up and over her so quickly it surprised her. She felt his cock head lodge against her opening before he stilled. She glanced up and swore she saw him fighting for control to stop when all she wanted was for him to thrust inside. “Beck?” she questioned.
    “Condom,” he grunted his reply. “Don’t move,” he ordered when her body twitched beneath his and his cock wedged just a little firmer against her opening.
    “I’m on the pill.” The words tumbled from her lips. “I’m clean.”
    He met her gaze and held it. “I’ve never taken a woman without a condom in my life.”
    “At this point, does it even matter?” she asked him.
    “What do you mean?”
    “Your tongue was just buried inside me while I came,” she reminded him softly. “And I’ve already swallowed everything you had to give. How will this change anything?”
    She saw the moment he agreed with her, but she wasn’t prepared for the hard thrust of his hips into hers. Her breath caught as he moved over her, in her, taking her like a man possessed, one hand braced beside her shoulder, holding his weight slightly up and off her while the other buried in her hair and held her in a tight grip.
    His lips took hers, and she tasted her own essence on his tongue. She sucked at it and swore it made him wilder. She nipped his lip with her teeth as he pulled back and his fingers tightened in her hair, triggering a slight painful pleasure. She liked it, making her just as wild. Her legs jerked up, gripping the outside of his hips and giving her the momentum to slam up into every thrust.
    “That’s it,” she crooned to him. “Fuck me so good. Fuck me hard.”
    He jerked out of her and had her halfway flipped to her stomach before she realized his intention and helped him by coming up on her knees and arching her back to expose the wet folds of her cunt fully to him.
    His palm slapped against the lower curve of her ass before he moved in behind her, and she felt the slow glide of his cock between her lips.
    “I’m going to fuck you hard, Deja,” he promised.
    “Then do it.” She barely got the challenge out when she felt his