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"Lie down," I order, helping her to her back.

Her lips tremble. She swallows as hard as she breathes.

I kiss her, then make my way back down her body. I suck more milk from her breasts.

She quivers, her voice broken, "Oh…oh…"

"Fucking delicious woman," I mumble into her stomach, rolling my tongue in her belly button, then dragging it down in one long stroke over her pussy.

Her thighs shake harder. I work her clit with firmer flicks until she rolls her hips against my mouth. Incoherent sounds fly out of her. She grabs her shirt and holds it to her mouth, but it only muffles her cries.

I don't let up. When she tries to close her legs, I hold them wider, keeping her open for me and sealing my mouth over her.

"Jagger!"

"I'm not done with you," I tell her, then switch to sucking while pumping my finger inside her. It's gentle at first, then harder. My tongue circles, pressing then sucking.

She writhes under me, moaning.

I add another finger inside her. Wet sounds fill the small room, mixed with her increasingly desperate breaths and the soft rustle of hay under my knees.

The slick heat of her coats my lips and chin. I swallow it down like I'm starving for it, which I've been for way too long.

"Jagger—oh god—" Her voice is shaky, higher than usual, and she's abandoned the shirt. All ten fingers clench my hair, pulling.

"Yes!" I mumble against her pussy and don't ease up. If anything, I go harder, hungrier. I pump my two fingers while I keep working her clit with my mouth, curling them just right, stroking that spot inside that makes her legs a shaky mess.

"I-I-oh God!" she bursts out.

Her walls flutter around me. The tension coils tighter and tighter in her body.

"That's it," I growl against her cunt. "Fuck my face. Get this pretty pussy all over me. I want to smell you on my chin the rest of the goddamn day."

She gasps, hips jerking hard against my mouth, fingers yanking my hair.

I pinch her tit with my free hand, then rub the milk over her nipple.

She cries out, hips jerking up hard. I pin them down with one forearm and suck her clit between my lips, flicking it fast with the tip of my tongue while my fingers fuck her in a rough, steady rhythm. The little room fills with loud, slick bursts every time I drive back in.

"Listen to that." I pull back just enough to speak against her soaked folds. "You're dripping down my wrist. So fucking wet for me. This tight little cunt's begging to come all over my tongue, isn't it?"

"J-Jagger—please⁠—"

"Please what? Say it." I give her clit another hard suck. "Tell me you want me to eat this pussy until you can't think straight."

"I—oh God—I want it—don't stop⁠—"

I bury my face between her thighs again. Tongue flat and greedy, fingers curling and thrusting, nose pressed into the dark, wet hair above her clit so every breath is pure her. The salty-sweet taste of her floods my mouth. And I swallow it down, hungry for more, knowing I'll never get enough.

Her walls flutter harder around my fingers. Her thighs clamp against my ears. She's shaking all over, breath coming in broken, high sobs.

"Come for me," I order, voice rough against her. "Come on my tongue so I can taste how good you get when you break. Fucking drown me in it."

She shatters with a sharp, choked cry. Her whole body seizes, hips grinding up against my mouth as her cunt pulses hard around my fingers, soaking my chin and lips and the lower half of my face. Adrenaline spikes in me through every wave. I lick and suck and drink her down until she's trembling and oversensitive and trying to twist away.

Even then I give her a few more slow, deliberate licks, just to feel her twitch. When I finally lift my head, I'm drenched in her. The smell of her is thick in my nose, coating the back of my throat. I know it's going to cling to me for hours. Every time I turn my head, every time I breathe, I'll get another hit of how she tastes when she comes for me.

I rise up over her, bracing myself on one arm so I can look down at the beautiful wreckage I caused. She's flushed, glassy-eyed, with her lips parted and breathing like she ran a mile, dazed and utterly perfect.