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Anthony dips his head, his crazed look somehow deepening if that’s even possible. He answers with his mouth on my skin, peppering kisses down my exposed abdomen, dipping his tongue into my belly button before following the band of myskirt with sloppy wet kisses. He hesitates, then squeezes my wrists, lifting a brow.
“You gonna be a good girl and keep your hands still?”
I roll my eyes in jest.
“Fine. Iguess.”
He releases my hands to tug my skirt and thong down, shucking them to the floor with the rest of our clothes.
“Fuck me, P,” he groans. Ant uses both hands to push on the insides of my thighs, spreading me so that his head has space to dip between them. He smirks up at me from between my legs, then drops his voice to ask, “You wanna know what makes this pussy mine?”
I bite my lip and nod.
Holding my gaze, he sticks out his tongue, flattens it, and runs it from the end of my slit all the way up to my clit before wrapping his lips around it and sucking in this gentle pulse that has my eyes rolling to the back of my head on a strangled sigh. He releases me, chuckles, and when I look down drunkenly, he’s grinning like a fool.
“I licked it. It’s mine.”
I get a fraction of a second to remember that first week we lived together, when I’d done the same thing to his pizza, and how maybe I’m not the only one who stores away the little moments that happen between us as keepsakes. But I don’t linger in the past for long, because Anthony Ellis spends the next several minutes showing me just how much he owns the pulse between my legs.
He fucks me with his tongue while his thumb rubs tantalizing circles over my clit, then fucks me with his fingers while his tongue does illegal things to my throbbing nerves. He edges me, bringing me right to the point of thigh shaking madness, before backing off and starting again. It’s torture. I don’t want it to end. But Idoneed to come. With my right leg wrapped around hisupper back to trap him against me, I start grinding against his mouth.
“You greedy for it, boss?”
“Only a little.”
“Show me.”
“I can’t,” I whine. “You won’t let me use my hands.”
He stops, lifting his chin to gasp up at me.
“You haven’t moved them this whole time?”
“You told me not to.”
“Fuck,” he whines, then plants a sloppy kiss to my pussy before sliding up the front of my body to tangle my taste around my own tongue. I moan as his mouth works against mine, clenching my fists to keep from threading through his hair, if this is how he reacts to me following directions.
“Tell me what you want to do with your hands, baby.”
“Tug on your hair. Hold you between my legs until I come. Play with my nipples. I want?—”
“Yes.Allof that.”
I thread one hand through his hair and yank down my bra with the other to pinch and pull on my nipple. Ant dips his head to suck on the other, doing that fluttering thing with his tongue I love so much. When I realize he’s given me permission to do whatever I want with my hands, I slide the one in his hair down his sculpted abs, then wrap my fingers around him. Cupping his cock releases the most animalistic moan I’ve ever heard.
“Baby.”
Anthony whines, thrusting into my grip.
“Oh,sogood. Ohfuck.”
I push up with my other hand and flip us until he’s on his back. I straddle his thigh, gazing down at him with a Cheshire smile.
“You know,” I say, tilting my head as I stroke him slowly up and down. “I haven’t gotten to taste you yet.”
“That’s a shame,” he manages through shallow breaths.
“Mhm.” I bend over his cock and spit on it, using my hand to spread it around. The sound that comes out of Ant is sexy, inhuman. His back jolts, and his eyes flutter, like they’re trying and failing to stay open.