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“That’s it, Duchess,” I drawl.

Jesus Christ. My eyes drink in her spread thighs, and I lick my lips, there’s barely any fabric covering that plump pussy I’m dying to fuck. I nuzzle my thumb into the damp material, between her lips, quickly meeting her swollen clit. A pathetic whimper slips from her mouth, the sound humming against my thick cock.

I love the way she sucks, she’s not afraid to get sloppy, it’s always so fucking wet.

She pushes me deeper, the curve of my dick fitting perfectly toward the back of her throat. “Mm, right there. Keep going for me.” I lift my hips. “You can take it.”

Another moan as she curls her tongue around my piercings and swallows. Her throat constricts around the head of my cock. My jaw drops open and I see stars—she shows me the fucking cosmos.

My hips instinctively thrust up and I knead her ass with my palm, savoring every sensation . . . My core engages like I’m going to—Fuck, tap.

I slip out of her mouth with a pop and I exhale, my back sinking into the mattress again. Jesus, my fucking thighs are shaking. She fists my dick at the base while her tongue draws over the seam of my balls. Shit.

After several seconds, I gain control and she takes my length between her lips again. I can’t see it, but I know she’s hollowing her cheeks and she slowly rolls her lips over me, sucking hard. I should have put up a mirror so I could watch this incredible view from below.

She fights me down her throat, and spit pools at the base of my cock, dripping down my balls.

I love this woman.

My teeth clench as I attempt to stave away from the edge of coming.

Tap.

I inhale, steeling my control. I push her panties to the side and groan at her glistening pussy. So fucking wet. My fingers easily glide over her clit—I give it a small slap and she jerks.

Anna straightens, stacking her hands on my slick cock, squeezing tight and massaging up and down my length with the perfect amount of friction.

“Up on your knees,” I demand.

She does, her ass pushed out just slightly as she bends forward to keep stroking me. I make a fist, my tendons growing taut beneath the skin, and I bring the ridge of knuckles to barely brush over her clit like a ripple. She chases the sensation, guiding herself lower onto my closed hand, pressed to my chest. “Grind,” I instruct.

Anna’s gorgeous ass is right in front of my face while her slippery pussy rides my knuckles.

“Fuck, just like that. Show me how you come.”

My fascination with her pleasure collides with the feel of her hands working my dick, and I alternate my focus between each of them as I inch closer to her finishing me off. The only reason I’ve maintained control this long is because I can’t see her face. Without a doubt, her expression could finish me in an instant; the way she looks at me—like I’m her whole fucking world—is her sharpest blade, and damn, it cuts deep.

She settles deeper on my knuckles. “I’m there. I’m going to come.”

Amusement graces my lips. “Yeah?”

I don’t need my fingers inside her to know the second it hits. The way her muscles tighten up and she falters, her movements uncoordinated and clumsy as she fights to continue pumping my cock while also giving in to the relentless orgasm.

Her slipping determination is adorable. “Trying so hard to keep up, aren’t you?” I tease.

She moans, the sweet sound drawn out long and untamed.

“Turn around,” I order. While she shifts positions and pulls off her thong, I wriggle out of my shirt and toss it into a dark corner somewhere.

I sit up and she straddles my lap, facing me. I grin, taking in the gorgeous sight of her. Anna’s lips are rosy and full from their time wrapped around my length, and she pushes the disheveled pink locks out of her face. Her bare tits rise and fall as she stares down at me with half-lidded eyes, one hand still buried in her hair as if she forgot to drop it, almost like she’s suspended in the moment.

Holding her gaze, I drag my flattened tongue over the back of my hand, licking my knuckles, like a tiger cleaning its paw. She inhales, letting out a small whimper.

“We’re not done yet. Take your place and show me how pretty you ride this cock.”

She bites her lip, her hands have a slight tremor and I’m unsure if it’s leftover from the high or in anticipation of being filled.

Anna presses the head to her tight entrance and sinks down agonizingly slow. Her lips skim below my ear.