~Storme~
If I thought that what he did before was raw pleasure, then this was excruciatingly raw, real pleasure.
I held onto his hair for dear life, afraid that I might collapse from what he was dishing out to me.
When his tongue slid in, probing and searching, and his stubble grazed my opening, I knew that there was no way that I wouldn’t want to do this again after this time.
I’d become addicted to him.
‘You taste so good. I might be addicted to eating you right now.’
His mind-link skyrocketed me once again to the clouds. But he wouldn’t stop. He replaced his tongue with his fingers, while his tongue found my already sensitive clit once more. They swirled, tugged, licked, pressed.
He did all that, letting me ride on the wings of my orgasm as much as I wanted.
Then he stood.
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