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“I can beg if you want. I’m not above it. Just don’t make me get down on the floor. It’s filthy,” I tease.
“A caramel macchiato with extra caramel,” he says before glancing over at me with a smirk. “You got a sweet tooth just like me.”
“I don’t know about blind, darlin’. I’ve got twenty-twenty vision, and right now, it’s dead focused on you.”
“I’ve got manners in spades, Aurora. Spent a lot of time thinkin’ about how I’d treat a woman I was this interested in. One thing you’ll never have to worry about with me is being treated less than you deserve. And buying a veggie burger as a fail-safe is nowhere close to what I’ve got up my sleeve when it comes to you. Am I bein’ clear here?” Her throat stretches and strains with a thick swallow. Our gaze holds. “Yeah, you’re crystal clear.”
It only takes me a handful of full breaths to slide her finger into my mouth and suck on the tip, my tongue swiping over the sliver once before it comes out. Far less than a minute. With the sliver on my tongue, I slide her finger free and wink at her.
“I know what you need. You don’t have to beg me for anything. Ever.”
“You’ll give me a complex looking at me like that, darlin’,” he murmurs, the thick lines of his throat working with a swallow. “How am I looking at you?” “Like you want me to work your tight fuckin’ jeans down your thighs and bury my face between them. Just say the word, and I’ll dive deep without giving a shit about coming up for air.” My entire body shivers at the promise in the gravelly words. “Do that, then.”
“Please, Rory. Please, can I lick your pussy?” I beg, every breath I take burning without her on my tongue.
“Lay the fuck down, Johnny. Let me gag,” she snaps before taking me deep again, this time gagging louder. “Fucking shit, Rory. You want to gag? Then gag like a good girl,” I demand.
“Then kiss me in the rain, you helpless romantic,”
“Good boy,” she whispers before lowering
“Only yours. I’ll be whatever you want me to be and do whatever you need me to, as long as you’re the only one I do it for.”
“I don’t think I’ll ever think enough is enough with you.” My chest warms at the admission. “You’ve grown soft on me, darlin’.”
“You’re my forever girl. My wish on a shooting star,” he says, the words spoken like a prayer. “I’ve been waiting for you.” My tears aren’t from pleasure this time. Just happiness. Love. They drip down my cheeks as I nod frantically. “I was waiting for you too.”
