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He shoves his tongue inside me. His hard grip digs into my ass and lifts my hips from the bed. He pulls his tongue out and slides it up to my clit, locking in on it at the same time as his fingers fill my pussy.

God, he’s got such nice, big hands.

I’m so turned on, it doesn’t take long for pleasure to spike. Then, it’s all that sweet moment when my brain turns off and I know it’s coming. My thighs wrap tight around his head. There’s nothing like the way he makes me come. I could spend weeks in this motel room with him and not get tired of it.

I close my eyes and fall, letting out a sharp exhale. He moans and keeps on without changing a thing, letting the waves ebb and flow until it’s over. My eyes flutter open. A hot flush has my neck damp.

He lifts his head, running his hand over his jaw. “How you feeling, baby? Want round two?”

I laugh, delirious. He climbs over my body and bends down to kiss me. I let him, limp, the taste of what he did to me spreading over my tongue. Slowly, as our kiss deepens, his body sinks between my thighs. The head of his cock nudges my pussy. He’s hard again.

“Fuck, I need a condom,” he says, pausing.

“Can you pull out?”

He freezes. I know that’s risky, but we’re both so turned on, it doesn’t sound like a bad idea in the here and now.

“I can,” he says. “You okay with it being a little riskier?”

I nod. “I got tested after my last relationship.”

“I did too.”

He lines himself up and pushes, ending the conversation.

“Oh,” I breathe into his mouth.

His teeth graze my lower lip. I spread my thighs wide, and we both gasp as he slides back inside me. It doesn’t feel wildly different, but there’s a pleasant smooth warmth that wasn’t there before. It must be something new for him, because he has to stop and take a beat before he starts thrusting.

“You feel real fucking good, baby,” he groans, hips dragging out and stroking back in, like he’s savoring every inch.

“So do you,” I whisper.

His mouth drops to mine again, and I slide my hand up the back of his neck into his hair. Everything outside of this room melts away. Even the walls around us are hazy. His tongue grazes mine. His mouth is gentle, firm, exploratory. He’s so good at this, and it’s turning me into a puddle beneath him. Everything tingles, everything is warm and gentle. The entire world is just him. His warm skin, his cock inside me, his mouth on mine, the scent of him.

The dirty sex is so good. This is another level.

I don’t know how long we stay like this, fucking lazily. It’s all a haze until he groans into my mouth and pulls out. Warmth spatters across my inner thigh. My eyes roll back at the visceral pleasure, in my body, in my head, in the blossoming warmth somewhere beneath my ribs. He kisses me one last time and falls to his back on the bed.

“We probably shouldn’t have done that,” he breathes.

“I’m about to start my period,” I say. “It should be okay.”

He turns his head. The softness in his eyes makes me want to stay here forever, in this room, with him. To never have to face how fragile everything is sounds like heaven.

“What time is it?” I ask.

“Almost eleven.”

“We need to check out.”

He nods, leaning in and kissing my mouth. He pauses and then kisses my forehead.

“I know,” he says. “Let’s hit the road, baby.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

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