That first, slow steady swipe of his tongue through my seam has me fisting the sheets. “Mason…” I drop my head to the side. When he goes in a second time, he makes sure to twirl his tongue around my clit in a maneuver that makes my thighs clamp around his cheeks. He gives my clit a little pull, testing, teasing, thrilling me. “Please, Mason…” And that’s all it takes. Because then, he’s eating me like he’s famished. So good my brain can’t form a coherent thought. I ease my head off the pillow to watch him. The man is having the time of his life with his whole face buried between my legs. I’m
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