Goddess in the Middle

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covering her pussy but he knew if he did that, he might lose himself in the act, and Remy could die before he found his way back.
    Amity wasn’t about to let that happen. “As much as I would love to have your mouth on me right now, we don’t have time.” Her voice, breathy and broken, caught his attention and drew his gaze up to hers.
    Her cheeks now held a flush and her breasts quivered each time she drew in a shaky breath.
    “Later. I would love to feel your tongue against my clit later. Right now, we need to hurry. Take your clothes off, Rom.”
    Just her saying the word clit made his cock tighten almost to the point of pain. And his name coupled with her telling him to take his clothes off… Well, shit. She might as well resign herself to a thirty-second fuck, because that’s all he was going to last.
    When she reached for the bottom of her green T-shirt to pull it over her head, he knocked that number down to fifteen seconds. Damn, she had nice tits. High and firm and more than enough to overflow his palms.
    Her bra matched her panties but the cups were red lace and transparent. Her nipples poked through the lace, and he couldn’t ignore the temptation. He bent and sucked one into his mouth, lace and all.
    Amity gasped and her hands cupped his head. She didn’t push him away, though. She held him to her. As if he might try to get away. Like hell.
    He wanted to suck on her breasts, which she appeared to really like, before he got inside her and completely disgraced himself. If he could bring her off with his mouth and hands now, maybe she wouldn’t notice how fast he came.
    And it was gonna be fast. Had to be fast.
    As he alternately licked at her nipple through the lace, soaking it completely, and sucked the hard tip into his mouth, he brushed one hand down her body to her mound.
    He didn’t bother to pet her through the panties. He just sank his hand beneath them and let his forefinger graze her clit on its way to her slit.
    Hot. Wet. Silky smooth. He was gonna come in his pants. He groaned against her breast and she arched her back to push her nipple farther into his mouth, moaning. But it put her pussy at an awkward angle so he pressed her down with one hand on her shoulder as he slid two fingers into her sex.
    He heard her gasp, her hands gripping his hair tighter, his scalp beginning to burn. He liked that. He wanted to tell her to do it harder but he didn’t want to move his mouth.
    Sucking harder at her nipple, he grazed his teeth along the tip before he bit her. He didn’t let her move this time. He used his free hand to grab her hip and hold her in place as he used his fingers to fuck her. Slow and deep, making sure his thumb rubbed her clit each time he stroked her high inside her channel.
    It didn’t take long for her to tighten around his fingers like a vise. Vaffanculo , he couldn’t help but imagine what it would feel like when he got inside her.
    She’d be so damn snug, she’d milk his cock dry.
    Speaking of… He had to get his pants off or he’d end up coming in them.
    The black tactical pants were designed to be form-fitting but not tight. Easy to slip on and off. But even though they’d been designed with comfort in mind, they still needed someone to unhook them.
    He pulled away from her breast long enough to say, “Get my pants off.”
    The hand in his hair immediately dropped to his waist. Or as close as she could get. “Scoot up.”
    He rose to his knees so she could reach his waistband and deal with the button with a flick of her fingers.
    “Take them off, Rom. Hurry.”
    With one final lick, he released her breast and sat up. Stripping off his own T-shirt, he tossed it behind him then shoved his pants down his thighs.
    His skin felt hypersensitive, and her fingers made his nerve endings flame and pop under the skin as his balls tightened.
    She stroked over his thighs, his hips, his stomach, not lingering until her fingers brushed against his left nipple. Running a finger

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