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I suck in a breath through my teeth. Music to my fucking ears. I’ve always wanted her. All of her. Any part of her she’s willing to give me, for as long as she’ll let me.

“Fuck, yes.”

“Good. Now please touch me. Kiss me. I need you so bad. I’ve wanted you more and more each day since we started living together,” she admits.

Finally.

I tug her into my lap, and this time, I don’t tease. I slip my hand into her pants, rubbing her over her underwear. She wiggles against me, and my dick gets even harder. I slide my other hand under her shirt until it’s resting on her tiny bump.

“More. Bash. More,” she chants.

I shove my hand under the band of her underwear and swipe a finger through her warm wet center. Bloody hell.

“Did you just whimper?”

I laugh. “Maybe? I don’t know. You’re so wet, love.”

“I know.”

“Take them off.” I remove my hand from her pants and tug at the band. She stands, taking off her pants and underwear in one fell swoop, and I take in the tattoo on her hip. She whirls around, and her shirt rides up a little, and I zero in on her barely there baby bump. “Shirt too.” I need to see her. All of her. Including her bump.

She does what I say, peeling it and her bra off. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”

I yank my shirt off with one hand, and I don’t miss the way she checks me out, blushing when she realizes I’ve caught her. Not that I mind her staring at me. In fact, I quite like it.

“More, Bash.”

I shake my head. “This is about you. Now come here, and let me make you come,” I husk out.

She tips her head back, studying the ceiling, and I use the opportunity to stare at her. She’s beautiful. Perfect. She steps closer to me, and I lean forward and kiss her belly. Fucking gorgeous. Mine.

She sinks her hands into my hair, running her nails along my scalp, and my eyes roll to the back of my head. Why did I tell her no when she asked me to get naked? I should have agreed.

Nope. This is about her tonight. Not you.

I focus back on the beauty in front of me, reaching up and circling one of her tits with my thumb. She shivers at the contact. I tweak her nipple gently, and she groans. She likes that. Got it.

My heart stutters in my chest. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d have Sutton here like this—naked and about to let me touch her in the most intimate way. But I do. And I am one lucky son of a bitch. I am going to do my damnedest to make this the best orgasm she’s ever had. That is, until I sink inside of her and make her come on my cock. We’ll get there. One thing at a time.

“Please,” she all but begs.

“Come here.” I tug her down onto my lap, so she’s sitting with her back to my front, my legs splayed out around her.

I kiss her neck, and she relaxes back into me. One hand strokes the inside of her thigh, and the other plays with her tit.

“Fuuucckkk.”

“Feel good?” I continue to play with her breast, squeezing and tweaking it.

She hums. “So sensitive.”

She shifts around, seeking the release she needs, and I trace a path, feather light, up the inside of her thigh and through her soaking wet core. I inhale sharply through my nose, my cock jumping to attention.

“Touch me already.” She grabs my wrist, holding my hand to her pussy.

“I like it when you’re bossy.” I stroke one finger into her.

“Yesss,” she hisses, her hips bucking against me when I pull all the way out of her before adding a second one.