She’s grinding against the mattress now. Her hand disappears down the front of her shorts and her sounds grow louder. Shit. She’s getting us both off at the same damn time. “You’re killing me, woman.” My fingers tighten in her hair. When I pull on her dark tendrils, her moans deepen. I feel the vibrations in my bones. “I’m about to come.” Reaching down, I cradle her chin, coaxing her gaze to meet mine. “Can I?” In response to my question, she makes a desperate keening sound in her throat and sucks me harder. Her hand becomes even more frantic where it’s working between her thighs. I’ll take
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