CHAPTER 18 | Holly
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Still think I can’t make you come? The words ripple through me, and I pull up my chin. “Nope.”
“Good.” Beau’s smile never wavers. His body doesn’t move.
But his fingers do.
He pinches my c**t between his thumb and forefinger, and I come in an instant rush. My head flies back and my hips push into his hand. Another pinch, another wave, and dimly I hear Beau say my name. Say it again.
“Look at me,” he says.
Still panting, I do.
He grins. “Still think I can’t make you come?”
I open my mouth to answer, but he drops to the floor by the couch, lowering his head and holding my gaze as he slowly licks my already throbbing c**t. I gasp and try to wiggle away, but his hands slap down on my thighs. His fingers dig in. He holds me to him.
“No!” I writhe, unable to
