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The absolute devotion of his mouth between my legs is pushing me dangerously close to the edge as I dig my nails into his scalp, every muscle in my body pulling tight as a bowstring.

“Ro, please,” I whimper, full of raw, desperate need. “I’m on the edge.”

“Tell me.”

“Fuck me,” I beg, my usual snark completely obliterated by the sheer, devastating force of his mouth and hands. “I want your cock. Give it to me.”

“Let go for me first, Sunshine,” he demands, his voice a dark, rough rumble against my soaking wet folds. “Come on my tongue.”

He flicks his tongue hard and fast over my swollen bud, and my entire world shatters. Screaming his name, my back arches violently as wave after wave of intense, blinding pleasure crashes through me. My thighs tremble, clamping down around his head, and he takes it all, drinking down my climax with greedy, unapologetic laps of his tongue.

I’m so wet I can actually hear the sound of him pulling hisfingers out.

Chest heaving, he rises to his full height as the final aftershocks ripple through me. Lips stained with a combination of blue paint and my cum, he’s looking at me like I’m the only masterpiece he’ll ever see.

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Rippingthe smock over my head, I toss it aside.

Repositioning myself between her thighs, I don’t give Lizzy a single second to recover from the high I just gave her.

Sliding my arms under and up her back, I wrap my hands securely over the tops of her shoulders, locking her in place.

Her breath hitches when her gorgeous green eyes, blown wide and hazy, lock with mine as I piston my hips forward, plunging my aching, rock-hard cock deep inside her slick, trembling cunt in one brutal, seamless stroke.

Nails dig into the back of my neck as she whimpers my name, her inner walls clamping down on me like a vice.

“Fuck, Lizzy,” I snarl, withdrawing almost completely before slamming back in. “You feel so fucking good. Best piece of art I’ve ever laid my hands on.”

I pump into her, hard and fast, the wet, rhythmic slapping of our bodies echoing off the walls. My grip keeps her anchored as I use the leverage to drive myself inside.

“Look at you taking all of me, Sunshine,” I pant, my voice a filthy rasp. “You feel how deep I am inside you? You like my cock filling your pretty, painted little pussy?”

“Yes!” she sobs, her head falling back. “God, yes, Ro. Don’t stop!”

“Never,” I growl. “I’m going to fuck you until you forget your own name. You’re mine. You hear me? Every inch of this masterpiece belongs to me.”

I ravage her mouth, giving her a taste of the intoxicating mix of blueberry, strawberry, and her own sweet nectar on her lips. But as incredible as it is watching her face while I wreck her, a primal, possessive urge claws at my chest. I need more. I need to claim her from every angle.

Gripping her hips, I pull out. Ignoring her frustrated whimper, I yank her off the edge of the counter. Bare feet hitting the hardwood floor, I give her no time to catch her balance before I spin her around, pressing her chest and paint-smeared stomach flat against the island.

“Hold on tight, baby,” I grunt. Grabbing her hips to line myself up with her dripping, swollen cunt, I bury myself balls deep.

“Unngghh!” she cries, scrambling to grip the edge of the counter as I reach around, arms caging her in as I palm her painted tits. Rolling her pebbled nipples between my thumbs, I fuck into her, hips snapping hard.

“You’re mine, all mine,” I chant, leaning in to bite the sweet spot where her neck meets her shoulder. “I’m never letting you go again,” I growl against her skin, soothing the light mark with a swipe of my tongue.

“Harder!” she pants.

Fuck. I’m gonna need more leverage.

Shifting my grip to her hips, I dig my fingers into her flesh, driving into her with everything I’ve got, past the point of holding back, past the point of sanity. The wet slapping of our skin mixes with our desperate, breathy moans.

The scent of jasmine, sweat, and sex is like a drug. And damned if I’m not a fucking addict.

Her hands scramble, frantically trying to find purchase. “Rowan, please! I’m—ohgod, I’m?—”

“Fuck, yeah,” I growl, thrusting deep. “Shatter all over my cock, Iz. Only for me.”