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“Tell me, baby, should I tease you like this all night, the way you teased me all day?” he murmurs, brushing his lips against my clit. “Or should I be a good fiancé and let you come?”

“It wasn’t my intention to tease you, Nick,” I pant, trembling beneath his touch. “If you had asked, I would’ve let you fuck me in your locker room or in the restaurant restroom,” I confess, my thoughts clouded by desire. I’m so intoxicated by his scent and by lust, I’m surprised I can form coherent words.

His head jerks up. “Fucking hell, Sierra,” he growls. “I don’t want to know where you learned to talk like this. I need to maintain my sanity.”

I’m completely naked and open in front of him, his eyes taking me in with a mix of disbelief and raw need.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”

And then his mouth is back on my clit.

“Your pussy’s so wet and ready for me,” he groans, licking a slow stripe up my center. “And tastes so sweet.”

The rumble in his throat as he moans sends vibrations straight through my body.

I tentatively run my hands through his hair, moving my hips in sync with his tongue.

“God, Nick. This feels so good,” I whimper, on the edge already.

His hands grip my ass, holding me firmly in place. Then he pulls away—just slightly—and flashes me that devilish grin.

“Do you think you deserve to come, Ser? After leaving me on my knees last night, begging for you like a lunatic?”

“Please, Nick. I need…” I try to move my hips again, chasing his mouth, needy and overwhelmed.

“You need what, baby?” he whispers, kissing my inner thigh. “Tell me. What do you want?” he asks, and licks me once, slowly.

“I need you to make me come. And then I need you to fuck me. Please, Nick.”

I cry out, unable to stop myself. I’m so close, I’ll do anything to come.

His eyes darken even more. “I like you when you beg.”

Then he gives me exactly what I want.

He sucks and licks until I explode around his tongue, coming so hard I can’t breathe.

My legs tremble violently, my entire body arching off the bed as pleasure crashes over me like a tidal wave.

I can barely think. I can barely see.

All I know is him—his hands, his mouth, the sound of his name in my throat as I fall apart beneath him.

SIXTEEN

Nick

My heart pounds like a war drum as I watch Ser fall apart under me—her body trembling, her mouth parted in a soft, broken moan.

It’s the most intoxicated sight I’ve ever seen.

Breathless, I lower myself onto her, keeping my weight on my forearms so I don’t crush her. She wraps her arms around my neck with that sweet, post-orgasmic glow, and starts kissing my face everywhere—cheeks, jaw, nose—giggling like a beautiful, blissed-out mess.

“Wow,” she whispers, laughing. “That was… I don’t even have words.” She tilts her head up and bites my bottom lip, making me inhale sharply. God, she’s going to kill me.

“Help me get rid of these,” I mutter, grabbing her hand and placing it at the waistband of my boxer briefs.

Her eyes lift to mine, and I catch a flicker of doubt before she pulls them down with sudden determination.