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She ers in her hair, pulling her closer Her throat relaxed as she licked, sucked and stroked hi mess of man The control he’d relinquished was heady and she found herself approaching her own cli with him

“Stop, baby, stop!”

He pulled free and she frowned, licking her lips “I wasn’t done”

“Unless you want me to come, you are”

His hands were gentle as he pushed her back onto the bed Oliver followed suit once he’d kicked his pants and boxers away He eased two fingers inside her and stirred Her hands fisted into the bed sheets as she sought more friction

“You’re ready for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes Do you have a condom?”

“I bought some, especially for you” He leaned over her body and opened the top drawer of the nightstand beside the bed He tore the top off the silver square with ease, and rolled it down his shaft before he settled in between her legs He teased her with his thick head, easing in and out until she was desperate for real penetration

“Oliver”

“What do you want, baby?”

“More”

She cried out as he thrust in to the hilt

“Yes!” She’d never felt so full in her entire life

“You feel so good baby” His strokes were slow and steady, and when his thumb circles her clitoris she came apart beneath him

“I think this pussy was made just for me”