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She’s Della.

And every time something makes her breath catch or her body soften or her hips roll, I file that shit away for future reference, even though I only have a handful of hours with her.

One of her heels lands on my shoulder blades, altering the angle I’m licking her, like she’s looking for something more.

So, I suck hard on her clit.

“Oh, God. You’re so…good at that,” she says. “Objectively.”

The addition of the final word makes me laugh. “Objectively? Because nothing says you’re good at eating my pussy like a peer-reviewed compliment.”

Della flops her forearm over her eyes. “Less talking, more⁠—”

But my mouth is already back on her before she can finish her sentence.

I’m as desperate for her to come as she is. I want to know what she sounds like, what she tastes like. I want to see if she lets go of that tight control she has on everything.

Grinding my cock into the mattress to ease the ache, I bury my tongue inside her. I was fifteen when I realized having a long tongue was a blessing when it came to pussy; Della is realizing it now.

I thrust it in and out of her, coating her with saliva and her own juices.

When I finally get my cock into her, it’s gonna feel so good.

I shift and suck on her clit again, and she grips my head to her as her whole body tenses. “Oh…Sunny…God.”

But I keep going. One thing any club girl will tell a biker, if he’s inclined to listen, is don’t stop whatever you’re doing until you’re sure their orgasm is over. When Della’s body finally relaxes, I ease her down, for a heartbeat, but I’m anxious for her to taste the two of us. I climb up her body, and the moment my mouth hits hers, my cock slides between her thighs until the very tip lines up with her.

I’m not wearing a condom, and I know better than to inch forward. But I can’t help myself. I can feel the heat of her, the wetness.

Della’s hips shift as she rubs against it, riding out the aftershock of her orgasm. And just the tip nudges in. An inch, maybe.

“Ah, fuck,” I mutter against her lips.

I’ve never had unprotected sex.

Not once.

I want kids, but only with the right woman.

Yet, all I want to do right now is edge even deeper into Della and fuck her until she’s full of my cum.

Della lifts her knees, her feet on my ass, urging me a fraction farther inside her. My cock throbs like it’s got its own heartbeat.

I want to slide deeper. It feels so snug. So warm. So wet.

Fuck, do I ever, but…

“Della, we gotta stop while I get a condom on,” I say, stroking her hair back from her face.

“Oh,” she says, then. “Oh!” Her eyes go wide.

“You still want this?” I ask, forcing myself to slip out of her so I can reach the condoms I keep in the side table.

She looks at me for several seconds. “Don’t you want me to…you know… reciprocate, first?”

“If I knew what ‘reciprocate’ meant, I might.”

“Well, you know, you went down on me, so…”