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Which was good because it would have died in ers into the side of my panties, jerked them out of his way, and swooped down to press his mouth to the most intimate part ofache

“Oh, fuck,” I groaned, turningmy back at the sudden and acute pleasure

His warue to co over my clit—holy shit Sparks skittered across ressive, and it was alency he’d had leading up to this moment was still there It didn’t diminish—in fact it seemed to intensify

I heaved air in and out and clawed at the cushions beneath s, and he had both hands curled around hs, ers He knelt on the floor in front of me, completely dressed in his expensive clothes, and there was so was solely about my pleasure

Not his

I’d never had a partner who’d focused singularly on me One who didn’t value their enjoyht Vance would be a selfish lover because he hadn’t had to work for anything in his life, but

As the tip of Vance’s tongue ran up and down through aze Was it possible he was enjoying this nearly as much as I was? He seemed to be

Wait, no That couldn’t be true, because it physically felt so fucking a, and his pleasure was by proxy How could it compare to mine?

Ihim or simply because I couldn’t control myself I writhed beneath his incessant mouth, and he pulled desperate moans from ly too slow

Every second since we’d metthat had been foreplay

Noas eager for hiood on his promise