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He yanks his pants down his hips, his cock springing out, already leaking a bit of precum.

My tongue darts out to lick my lips. “Shirt,” he growls as he stalks toward me, the movement of his muscles holding me transfixed for a moment.

He reaches me and grabs the shirt himself, pulling it over my head, as my arms raise too.

The moment it’s over my head, I pitch forward, flicking my tongue out to lick the pearl of liquid.

He makes a feral noise in the back of his throat as he threads his hand back into my hair, pulling me down.

My lips part, allowing his cock to sink into my mouth and slide against my tongue. “Fuck me,” he rumbles as I sink all the way down, holding him in my mouth as he hits the back of my throat.

I choke a bit, but I don’t let up. I like holding him in my mouth like this. The little bit of sacrifice only making me feel closer to him.

I look at up at him, his grey eyes so intense, that I can’t look away as I slowly pull back, his cock now slick with my saliva.

“Jesus, Nia. You’re killing me.”

“How’s that, Daddy?”

“I love you so much, sweetheart.”

I blink the bit of water from my eyes. “I love you too.”

“Which is why, I’m going to fuck you six ways to Sunday, tonight.”

I look up at him for a minute, before I fall back onto the bed, my arms going over my head. “Fuck me, Daddy.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

Jake

My fingers skimover the arch of her foot, circling her ankle, before I slide them over the inside of her calf along her knee and up her thigh. Her legs fall open for me and another satisfied growl fills my chest.

I’m going to lose myself in Nia and I can’t wait.

I don’t just mean the sex.

She’s rewriting every part of my life, filling the white spaces between the black lines with color.

My thumb parts her sex and glides over her folds, her body arching into me. Part of me wants to climb on top of her and do exactly what I said.

Fuck her six ways to Sunday.

But even more than that, I might want to make love to her. Which is why my thumb makes a second gentle pass, her hips rolling with my stroke.

She’s already slick with excitement as I sink into her, filling her tight pussy with my single digit.

Her back arches, her fingers twining into the sheets. “More.”

I smile, but even I know it’s wolfish. “Patience.”

I take my thumb back out, teasing her clit as I watch her skin flush, her nipples tighten. I think I could do this all night.

“Jake,” she moans, her head thrashing, twisting up her halo of blonde hair.

In answer to her plea, I use my other hand to hook her knee, opening her legs wider to accommodate my shoulders as I sink my upper half on the bed.

And then I trace the exact same path with my tongue.