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She sinks her teeth into my bottom lip, and I moan in response. “You’re so fucking hot.”

She steps back and grins. I watch her slowly pull her shirt off her head. I’m just noticing she walked over here in just a T-shirt.

“You have the most amazing tits.”

“I’ve heard that a time or two.” She laughs.

I pull her back to me and drag one of her taut nipples into my mouth. My tongue swirls and sucks and her head falls back in pleasure.

After our first go around at the strip club, I’ve gathered she likes a little pain with her pleasure, so I don’t think twice about pulling her nipple between my teeth.

“Fuck,” she moans.

My hands travel down her body, and I push two fingers inside of her. Her body arches and she grinds shamelessly against my hand.

“You feel fucking incredible,” I growl.

“Put your face between my legs,” she orders. I’d tell her to fuck off if I wasn’t so turned on.

I lay back on the porch, and she glances at me like she’s trying to figure out what I’m doing. It doesn’t take her long before she grins and crawls over my body.

With her legs on each side of my head, she lowers herself onto my face. I immediately grip her ass.

“Fuck. Jesus,” she calls out.

I swipe my tongue across her clit and feel her body tremble. She’s riding my face, and I pull her down so she can’t move away.

“You taste just as good as I thought you would,” I growl.

“I’m gonna come. Holy fuck,” she cries out.

I grip onto her harder, making sure she can’t climb away from me before her orgasm hits.

“You need to fuck me now.” I lift her off my face.

“I plan on it.”

Wasting no time, she sinks herself onto me. I open my eyes and watch this gorgeous woman ride me. With her back arched and her hair cascading down it, I’ve never seen anyone more fucking gorgeous than her right now.

“Just like that, baby. I’m gonna come,” I grunt.

The way her body is twisting and moving has completely wiped any coherent thoughts from my brain.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” she pants. I pull her to me, and our teeth clash together in a messy––but hot as fuck––kiss.

“Holy shit,” she says when she climbs off me.

“Yeah, holy shit.” I’m panting. “I’m Maddox, by the way, so you know what name to scream next time.” I grin.

“I told you I don’t care.” She smirks.

“I figured after fucking you twice that maybe you should know my name.”

She shrugs. “It kind of takes away some of the mystery.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah. I’m not sure I’ll fuck you again now.” She laughs, grabbing her shirt but not putting it on.