“Do you need something inside you? To come?” I shake my head. Not usually. Right now, though, I want it. “Okay.” He inhales deep, like I smell as good to him as he does to me. “You’re doing so good, killer.” “Yeah?” I whimper. “Yeah, baby.” His laughter is soft. Wound up. “I’m trying to come up with a list of things I wouldn’t do just to be allowed to eat your cunt right now, and I can’t think of a single item.” “Why don’t you, then?” I whine. “ ’Cause you’ve never asked me to before. And no, now doesn’t count. Open your legs wider. A little more. Yeah.” The last word is exhaled. A little
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