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last few inches to
plant his mouth on hers—swallowing her gasp as he did.
    He went slowly even though everything inside
him screamed to dive right in. Taking his time, he left no
millimetre of her mouth unexplored. Starting with her lips. She let
him lick her—learn the contours, the lushness, the sweet taste of
her. And when he was satisfied he’d mapped everything there, he
went deeper.
    With a bold stroke, he pressed his tongue
between her lips and slid it along the edge of her teeth. She
opened for him and a soft moan slipped up her throat when he dove
into the dark depths of her mouth. Her tongue joined his. Warm and
wet, their tongues danced and their breaths mingled. It was slick
heat and it oozed through his veins like melted chocolate, coating
everything in a sticky-sweet indulgence that bombarded his
senses.
    “Mmm.” Kelly hummed into his mouth and Ethan
had to fight for control as the sound vibrated over his nerves,
tightened his chest and centred in his groin.
    He had to have her.
    Again.
    She made him ravenous—insatiable. Already
blood filled his dick, and in spite of the number of times he’d
come or how recently, his balls were tucking up into his body,
preparing to unload another sacful of come.
    Ethan tore his mouth from hers. “Fuck, you’re
addictive.” He scooped her up in his arms and headed into the
bedroom.
    “Put me down.” In opposition to her words,
Kelly’s slid her arms around his neck, curled her fingers into his
hair.
    “Your wish is my command.” Ethan tossed her
on the bed and followed her down. He caged her beneath him,
plastered his body to the front of hers so he covered every inch of
her. His cock nestled perfectly against her cunt and he rocked his
hips, the urge to sink inside her slashing at his control. “Is this
what you meant?”
    Kelly giggled—a sound he’d never heard from
her before but decided he’d like to hear again and again. “Not
quite.”
    “But it’ll do, right?” Ethan held his breath.
After two years of knowing Kelly, he’d become pretty good at
judging her moods, and if he was reading her right she’d been on
the verge of running out the door.
    Again.
    Her eyes searched his before darting to the
left. Ethan turned and found Finn stretched out on the bed facing
them, his head propped on one hand. Confident Kelly wasn’t going
anywhere at the moment, Ethan slid to the side, but he kept one leg
over hers just in case.
    “What’s going through that sharp mind of
yours?” Finn asked.
    Ethan recognised the creases winkling his
friend’s brow as worry and was relieved to know he wasn’t alone in
his concern. “Did we hurt you?” he asked. He was pretty sure they
hadn’t, but right now he needed reassurance—needed to hear Kelly
confirm it.
    “What?” Her gaze zoomed back to his. “No. Why
would you even think that?”
    He glanced at Finn who gave a slight nod.
“You’ve shut down on us. Something had to have caused that.”
    Kelly’s eyelids lowered and she sank her top
teeth into her bottom lip. She rolled the plump flesh in and out
until it glowed bright red.
    “Stop.” Ethan used his index finger to pull
her lip free. “You’re going to hurt yourself.” He didn’t add that
her nibbling on the thing made him hornier, although she couldn’t
miss the hard-on he had pressed into her hip.
    “Talk to us, Kitty,” Finn urged.
    “I…um…” Her gaze bounced between them. “I’ve
never done this before. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do
now.”
    Ethan grinned. “You’re not
supposed
to do anything. There’s no plan to these things.”
    “Ethan’s right. All you have to do is what
feels good.” Finn leaned over her, hovering his mouth above her
left breast. “And right now this is what feels good to me.”
    Ethan watched Finn take Kelly’s taut nipple
between his teeth. Finn closed his lips around the peak and sucked
hard. A good two inches of her supple boob disappeared into his
friend’s mouth.
    Not one to be

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