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“No, but there is something I need to do first.”

Big hands lift my shirt, exposing my bra, then he pulls down the cups and immediately bends to take a nipple into his mouth. He swirls his tongue around the tip, then sucks, and I moan as my whole body goes boneless.

My fingers thread through his hair and I breathe out his name.

“Need to get you nice and ready for me,” he says against my breast.

“I’m ready for you. I promise.”

“Need you beyond ready.” He reaches for the container of pies and picks one up. He gives me a wicked smile, and when I expect him to take a bite, or at least lick the whipped cream off the top, he tips the pie and swipes it over my nipple.

I gasp.

“The perfect combo of my favorite things,” he says, pressing the pie more firmly against my breast so that pie filling smears over it as well. Then he leans in and sucks and licks until there’s no pumpkin pie left on me, but I’m wet and wiggling on his lap.

He lifts his head, licking his lips. “Damn, that’s good.”

“Law—” I start, but he lifts the rest of the pie to my mouth.

I obediently open and take a bite. Then he kisses me, and I taste him, sweet pumpkin, and warm cinnamon. I moan, leaning further into the kiss. These are my favorite things too.

He slides a hand down my side to my hip and then around to cup between my legs.

His thick middle finger teases over my clit and my head falls back as heat ripples through me.

“Oh, I think you are almost there,” he says.

My pussy clenches, wanting his finger to fill me. Until the other night, I didn’t know what I was missing playing with only my clit.

“More,” I encourage.

“I have so much more for you,” he promises.

He slides a finger deep while his thumb circles my clit. “Good girl. So wet and hot.”

“Lawson, yes.” I grip his forearm, moving against his hand.

“That’s it. Ride my finger. Just like you’re going to ride my cock.”

That makes me rotate my hips.

“That’s right. Now take a second finger. I need you stretched out so you can fully take everything I’ve got for you.”

My pussy clenches at those words, and he makes a little growling noise.

He moves his fingers in and out, and I nearly sob with the pleasure. He presses and circles my clit and leans in to kiss me. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he says against my mouth. “That this sweet, tight fucking pussy is attached to the most amazing woman I know is a goddamned miracle.”

He pumps his fingers in and out, kissing me, his tongue mimicking his fingers. I grip his shoulders, my hips rotating against his hand, grinding my clit against his thumb, chasing the orgasm he’s winding tighter and tighter.

“More, deeper,” I pant against his mouth. “Faster.”

“Good. Fucking. Girl,” he tells me, following every one of those words with a perfect thrust of his fingers.

And my orgasm washes over me a second later.

“Lawson! Oh, God! Yes!” I clench around him, throwing my head back.

“That’s right. Say my name,” he grits out, still working over my clit, gentling and slowing his circles, but not stopping.