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cunt, sends mini shock-waves to my clit.
    “How’s that?” he rumbles.
    He rolls me back over and spreads my legs wide, drags his finger through the wetness of my pussy lips.
    I moan . It echoes through the room, but I don’t care. I lift my ass up off the window seat, hungry for his fingers inside me. His cock inside me.
    “Oh God!” I’m about to come.
    And then he withdraws his fingers and leaves the bench.
    My eyes peek open as my hips continue surging. I’m stunned to see him standing several feet away.
    “I’m going to go make some measurements for shelves. You stay here.”
    I’ m in a thick daze, rolling my hips and craving cock. “I can’t! Don’t leave!”
    “I want to know more about you,” he says with a satisfied little grin, as he walks to a stack of plywood a dozen feet away. “Tell me about something illuminating. Let’s try…high school.”
    I’m panting. I’ve got my hand over my cunt, and only pride is stop ping me from rubbing myself off.
    I shift my lower body, clenching around the plug, my cunt squeezing tight in anticipation of what it wants inside . “High school,” I say hoarsely. “That’s when I had…a major crush on you.”
    “Oh yeah?”
    “ You…should remember me.” I writhe.
    “In college, were you over that crush?”
    I press my legs together. Deep inside my ass, the vibrations feel incredible. My cunt is a creaming bliss bucket. My clit is swollen. Hot. Needy.
    Wh at did he ask me? About college? “You were…here,” I pant. “But…no.”
    Something passes over his face. Just a flicker through his cheeks and brows, but I’m too strung out to name it.
    He holds up another board and begins making notches on it with a pencil. Damn, those biceps… I look at his fingers. Down to his crotch. I can see his erection, outlined by the fabric of his jeans.
    Inside me… Get inside me…
    “I want to hear about the first time you had sex,” he tells me.
    “Come closer.”
    The hand between my legs has lost restraint. I’m playing with my pussy, my fingertips skating over my slick clit.
    He smirks a little—or is that a smile—and closes the distance between us with his long legs. He peers down over me. Folds his hand over mine.
    “Annabelle,” he purrs. “So desperate. Tell me… What should I do for you?”
    “Lick me,” I gasp. I reach out and grab his other arm. “Fuck me! I just…need you. Either one!”
    He props the board he’s been holding up against the wall, climbs onto the window seat atop me, and parts my knees with his big hands. He leans down over me, and my heart goes crashing back in time.
    “Lick you?” he says. “Where?”
    I rock my cunt up to his face, and he drops down on me. His mouth and tongue are hot silk. Magic. Parting my swollen pussy lips, flicking up and down. He rolls the tip of his tongue around my clit as two fingers slip inside my cunt and his pinkie puts some pressure on the plug.
    I feel so teased, so full, so drunk.
    He lifts his mouth off me and looks into my eyes. “Come now,” he says, and when his warm, wet lips touch back down on me, that’s exactly what I do.
    I come with a shriek, feeling like I’ve been thrown into the air. I sink back down. Peek my eyes open.
    Beast is sitting with one leg pulled up on the bench. The other dangles down. My eyes gravitate toward his cock. It’s hard and thick inside his jeans. Already, I want him again. I push myself up onto my elbows, feeling shaky. Raw.
    “I want to hear… about you too,” I murmur.
    He smiles. “Time is up, Angel.”
    From somewhere behind him, he produces a clean, wet rag and spreads my lips apart to gently wipe me down.
    When the rough texture of the cloth skates over my clit, I start to pant again.
    “You dirty Angel,” he says. Then his jeans are down, his cock is in his hand. His head is at my entrance. He’s stuffing himself inside me, and we’re riding…riding…riding away.
    I cling to his shoulders. His hands lift my ass up off the