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“We can’t.”

“Well, then I’ll have to do it on our balcony. I like being outside.”

“You’re so naughty,” I whisper as he lifts me to my feet.

“My girl needs to fill my mouth every single fucking day. Don’t question it.”

Clamping my thighs together, I race him up to our room, shoving my bikini bottoms off as he lifts me onto the table.

“Crane! Look how many people can see us!”

Crane doesn’t even answer me; he brings my legs onto his shoulders and thrusts his tongue into my pussy.

I grip the sides of the table as I try not to think of the many rooms that can see us, as Crane begins to suck and play with my clit.

“Oh…God…”

His fingers thrust into me, his tongue flickering against my clit as he teases me, his breath hot on my folds.

“That’s it, baby, ride my mouth.” His raspy instruction sends me dizzy with lust, and I throw my head back, lifting my hips so I can stimulate the friction between us.

Wave after wave of desire rock my body, and as I come, I moan his name over and over.

Crane presses a kiss to my sensitive clit, tugging me to my feet.

My legs tremble as he pushes me down to my knees, and I lick my lips in anticipation.

The cool tiles beneath me do nothing for my knees, but there’s no way I’m complaining.

I lick around the tip of his cock, moaning as he makes the sort of sounds that could make me come again and again.

“Fuck, Sierra.”

I grip his hips, using my mouth and throat as I guide him further down. Crane needs little encouragement to thrust his hips forward, his fingers stroking my throat as I try not to gag.

“I can feel my cock in your throat, you dirty girl.”

My fingers find my clit again as he fucks my throat, going deeper than he ever has before.

He’s got one leg on the chair, both hands around my head as he slams into me, almost choking me as he moans.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come.”

I nod just as his cum fills my throat, and I swallow repeatedly, wondering if it’s ever going to stop.

When he pulls his cock out of my mouth, a thick coating of my saliva goes with it.

“Baby, that was fuckingdeep.”

Crane lifts me to my feet, his finger stroking my clit as he kisses me softly.

“You need another orgasm, don’t you?”

I can taste myself in his mouth, and I know he can taste himself too.

“Mmm.”

He wastes no time in coaxing me into my second orgasm, and I sink my teeth into his shoulder as he thrusts into me last minute, pinning me against the wall as we fuck.