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I loved the nickname. Glee filled my veins. He made me feel loved, worshiped, and so damn horny. All at the same time.

Bowen climbed on the bed and hovered above me. He spread my legs open again and settled himself between. One finger slid down my clit and I jerked, not expecting the sensation to feel so damn good.

His finger moved down to my hole, slipped in, then out, and up again. Again and again he kept up the torture, and I wiggled on the bed, ready to hump the damn air. He leaned lower and I braced myself, my breath hitching in my throat.

His finger slid inside deeper and his mouth landed on my clit, flicking the sensitive bean with his tongue.

“Bowen! Oh my God!”

With his finger pumping away, he sucked on my clit, and my orgasm wasn't far off, not with all the buildup, all the attraction, all of it a huge firework ready to explode.

“Tastes so fucking good, pussy cat. So fucking good.”

His finger let up as his mouth moved lower, his tongue dipping into my pussy and coaxing the sweet juices out. I moved my hips in circles as I held onto his head for dear life, my fingers entangled in his hair.

Bowen moaned and groaned as he ate me out like I was the best thing he ever tasted.

When he moved back to my clit and he slid two fingers in this time, that was all it took. I exploded all over him, my orgasm crashing through me like a waterfall.

I screamed his name as my legs shook and trembled.

When he lifted his head, he smiled like a kid in a toy store. “That was incredible to watch. You're so fucking hot.”

The shyness inside me crept back in, my cheeks flaming red as I pulled a pillow over my face while giggling.

Bowen was above me seconds later and he tossed the pillow aside before leaning down to kiss me gently. “Don't be shy now pussy cat. We're only getting started.”

CHAPTER SIX

Bowen

Giada tasted like sweet honey and I wanted more. So much more.

But first I wanted to bury myself deep inside her.

I kissed her again and again, letting her sip on her taste.

When I broke away, she placed her hands on my biceps and gently pushed, nudging me onto my back. I chuckled, my eyes wide. “Getting wild, are we?”

Giada ran her fingertips over my lips and grinned. “It's my turn to taste you now.”

She kissed her way down my chest and stomach and when she reached the hem of my boxers, she looked at me, a wicked smile playing on her lips. She pursed her lips and her fingers played with the edge of the fabric waistband. I adjusted my hips, my cock straining against the fabric. It had never been this hard in my life, I was sure of it, and I desperately needed a release.

Giada toyed with my boxers, slipping her fingers just under and back out. Her hand moved over my hard cock and she gripped it tight. I groaned. Her hand around me turned me on like no other.

When she finally slipped her hands underneath and wrapped her hot fingers around my dick, I cried out in both pleasure and relief. She moved slowly, as if she were taking inventory, and when she stroked up and down, I bucked off the bed.

Her hand worked me up and down beneath my boxers and my eyes slipped close. God, she was good.

Giada slipped my boxers down and replaced her hand with her mouth, wrapping her tongue around the tip.

“Fuck, pussy cat.”

Her mouth slid up and down, back up and around the top of my cock, her tongue following along. She whirled it around and around the head of my dick, her hands playing with my balls and my orgasm worked its way through me, building in my back like a tightly wound ball.

I grabbed onto her head and guided her up and down. She didn't need it, but it turned me on, the control, the fucking her face, the slurping sounds of her choking on my cock. Fuck it was good.

“I don't want to come down your throat. Not yet.” I took my cock from her mouth and beckoned her closer. “Come here.”