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“You won’t. I’ll keep making you feel this way. I’ll never stop giving you exactly what you need. What we both need. And right now, I really need you to come. So let go, Wynter.”

When I draw her clit in my mouth again, she doesn’t fight it. She meets my rhythm, rocking against my hand, becoming increasingly frantic until her entire body spasms, her cries echoing off the walls.

But I don’t stop. I keep fucking her with my fingers as I lick her clit, drawing out every ounce of pleasure I can.

When I sense her gradually coming down from the high, I slip my fingers out of her and sit back on my heels, holding them out to her.

“Taste yourself.”

She doesn’t immediately move. Just stares at me.

For a split second, I worry the reality of what we just did is about to come crashing back.

It doesn’t.

She rises onto her knees and grabs my wrist, her lips a breath from my fingers. But she doesn’t take all three at once. Oh no. She starts with my forefinger, teasing the tip before wrapping her lips around it, licking every inch of it clean.

The entire time, all I can think of is how I wish that finger were my dick.

“You were right,” she remarks after she finishes sucking the last finger clean.

“About what?” I ask in a gruff voice.

She inches toward me, her mouth hovering over mine. “I do taste delicious.”

Groaning, I take her mouth, sliding my tongue past her lips so she can taste how delicious she really is.

I’ve never been this desperate for a woman before in my life.

Maybe it’s because I’ve been going through a bit of a dry spell since ending my arrangement with Claire. Plus, after losing my mom, I haven’t exactly been in the headspace for any sort of relationship.

But with Wynter, I don’t care about any of that. I just want her. In whatever way she’ll let me have her.

“Give me one second,” I say, tearing my lips from hers and standing from the bed.

I all but sprint into my room to grab the box of condoms from my nightstand before hurrying back to the guest room.

“An entire box?” Wynter arches a brow.

“I like to be prepared.” I wink, retrieving a foil packet.

As I roll on the condom, Wynter watches with rapt attention, her eyes hooded, her lips parted. Once it’s secure, she lies back and reaches for me, pulling me toward her. I kneel between her legs, teasing her slit with my erection.

Leaning over her, I bring my lips to hers, touching a light kiss to her. Then I ease inside her, groaning as she stretches around me until I’m buried to the hilt.

“You okay?” I ask through my heavy breathing.

“More than okay. Don’t stop, Joshua. Let me feel you.”

I draw back, then slowly push inside her again. She moans, her back arching as she grips my arms.

“Again?” I grunt out.

“Yes.”

I pull back once more, but this time when I push inside, I’m not gentle. I drive into her, thrusting in and out with a need so raw I barely recognize myself. Every thought narrows to one thing. She’s mine tonight. And I want her to know it.

“Oh, God,” Wynter pants, her body growing taut. “It’s too good.”