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was in her eyes as well as on her lips. Her cunt dripped on his cock and soaked down to his balls. He was a goner. Completely.
    A shout rumbled up from his chest and echoed around the room as he came. He felt his fingers tighten around her throat, felt her nails dig into his wrist as his semen filled the rubber. God, he wanted to come inside her…
    “Yes,” she sighed.
    His vision refocused on her face and he saw that beautiful smile, that well-used look suffuse her eyes. He let go of her throat and her wrist where he held her and slid down her body, his dick sliding out, semi-hard, and his lips latched onto her clit, sucking it for all he was worth.
    She gripped his hair and pushed his face against her pussy. Nowhere else in the world he’d rather be as his teeth nibbled on her, working her over, begging her without words to cream for him.
    “Justin,” she breathed.
    He nodded, and his chin brushed against her wetness.
    “Jus…tin…” she panted and tightened her hold on his hair.
    He slid his arms under her knees and pulled her legs over his shoulders, buried his face in her and feasted. He didn’t do this with finesse or gentleness either. He didn’t do it with teasing or light little licks meant to drive her higher.
    No, he devoured her, ate at her as a starving man, feasted and savored. She was sensitive and tender, alight with an arousal he’d not felt from a woman in years. He did this to her, drove her to reach for those peaks of pleasure.
    She quivered around his tongue as he licked through her folds, as he licked at the wetness, as he tasted every inch of her slit splayed before him. The muscles in her thighs and the muscles in her lower belly clenched as she strained around him, grasping for the orgasm.
    She curved inward, lifting her shoulders and head off the bed and cried out, humping the hell out of his face as she rode out the orgasm flowing through her. He didn’t stop eating at her and she didn’t stop fucking him.
    “More. Jus, pl-please.”
    He shifted his head and pushed his chin against her clit and rubbed hard, making her shake anew as she continued to come, as she gushed against his new sheets.
    She fell back onto the mattress almost immediately and he dipped his face, savoring the juices she’d given him then slid up and kissed her, sharing it with her. This intimacy, this sharing of her cream was something he longed to do with his own too. He wanted to share the taste with her, especially the taste of them together.
    “Do you know what I just realized,” he whispered into her ear. She only shook her head as a response. “I just realized that this entire time through the kissing and fucking and making you squirt in my bed, you’ve been wearing those damn bunny slippers.”
     
    Justin slid back onto the bed and pulled Ella close after getting up to dispose of the condom and cleaning himself up and then her. He’d laid a towel over the wet spot after she declared she wouldn’t be sleeping on it. He’d laughed but agreed that neither would he. The towel covering it was the compromise. “I suppose we could get up and I could show you around the house,” he said as he settled in. Of course, if she said yes, he’d get up again without a word of complaint.
    “It can wait until morning.” She yawned and stretched, pressing her toes against his legs.
    “You sure?”
    She snuggled deeper into his side. “Yeah, I’m sure.”
    “Hungry at all? You said the last time you ate was just before I got there. That was a long time ago.”
    This time she stifled a yawn against his chest. “I’ll be good until I wake up. Of course, if you don’t have coffee, we’re going to have issues.”
    He remembered her addiction to coffee. Coffee whore, she’d once coined herself. He rather liked both parts of that. “I’ve got plenty. I stocked up before I left to come get you.”
    “Why? I’m sure you have a store or a coffee shop we could have run to.”
    “I was prepared to tie you to