Lick by Kylie Scott

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God, David. I arched against him when he moved to my other breast. Two fingers worked inside me, a little uncomfortable but nothing I couldn't handle.

Not so long as he kept his mouth on me, lavishing my breasts with attention. His thumb rubbed around a sweet spot and my eyes rolled back into my head. So close.

The strength of what was building was staggering, mind-blowing. My body was going to be blown to dust, atoms, when this hit. If he stopped, I'd cry, cry and beg, and maybe kill.

I came groaning, every muscle drawn taut. It was almost too much, almost.