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Cash moved back to her nipples as she let go of her legs and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Fuck, baby, you are so beautiful. So gorgeous.”
He really liked that she’d never touched anybody else, that no one else had ever seen her naked body, touched it, licked it, kissed it.
Fuck yes, he liked that a lot.
“You make me feel so good,” she said. “Like I’m not lacking or missing anything. Like I’m perfect.”
“Because you are, baby girl.”
“Nobody is,” she told him.
“In my eyes, you’re utterly perfect. And I’m what counts.”
She snorted. “You’re also extremely arrogant.”
“Yes, I am.”
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Without warning, he slid down between her legs and parted the lips of her pussy, taking a long lick.
“Oh my God,” she said. “What was that? What are you doing?”
“I think it’s pretty obvious what I’m doing, baby girl. You can’t tell me that you haven’t read about this in any of those books that your authors write.”
“Yes, but that didn’t mean I expected to experience it. I wasn’t sure I wanted that. How do you know what you want?”
“Did it turn you on when you read about it? Did it make you all slick and wet and your clit throb? Did you touch yourself afterwards? Have you touched yourself plenty? Do you have any toys?”
“I don’t, I mean, I can’t, talk about that,” she whispered.
“Why not?” he asked, as he kissed along her inner thigh. God, how was her skin so smooth? He pressed her leg back against the bed so she was spread nice and wide, and then he licked along that delicate skin between her mound and her thigh.
A shiver ran through her.
“B-because,” she said.
“Because isn’t a full sentence, baby,” he told her as he moved to her other leg and licked along that delicate line of skin. God, she smelled so good.
He’d deliberately kept his clothes on because he knew as soon as he took them off, it was going to be all over. They were his last line of defense.
“Because why?” he asked before he started lapping at her clit.
Her moans filled the room, pushing him on, making him want to send her higher and higher until she exploded.
But he drew back. He didn’t want her coming just yet. She had to be soaking wet and ready for him.
“Because I don’t know . . . I didn’t think men really liked doing that.”
Cash snorted. “I don’t know about other men, not something we talk about, but me? With your pussy? Fuck yes, I want to eat this every night for dessert.”
“I can’t believe you said that,” she whispered.
“Believe it, baby. Now, let me play.” He returned to flicking her clit with his tongue as he slowly pushed his finger into her passage.
She clenched down around him and he paused, wondering if she was in pain. But she was still moaning in pleasure, her hands were wrapped up in the blankets as her head thrashed from side to side.
She was enjoying herself, but not as much as he was enjoying playing with her. He hadn’t been lying when he told her he wanted to do this every night for dessert. Her taste was ambrosia, it was something he could easily get addicted to.
