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clit becoming further engorged.
    “I can’t,” she whimpered, feeling the dampness of her palms against the bed. “I can’t,” she repeated, tossing from side to side.
    “Relax,” Hunter’s voice came.
    “I can’t. It won’t happen.” Laura heard the hysteria edging into her voice. “Please make it stop. I can’t. It never happens.”
    Blessedly the buzzing stopped and she slumped, bringing a hand up to cover her face. What had she done? She’d confessed yet more of her deep inner secrets to him. How did he do that?
    Laura flinched as he tenderly drew away the vibrator from between her legs and she heard a thump so she assumed he’d flung it to the floor. Good. If she never saw another vibrator again, she’d be happy.
    The bed dipped and the heat of Hunter’s body breached the distance between them. Body tense, she waited. Would he punish her now?
    “Look at me, Laura.”
    “Nuh-uh.” Shaking her head, she kept her hand firmly over her eyes.
    “Laura,” he warned, that terrifying edge coming back into his voice.
    Peering over the top of her hand, she regarded him fearfully. Her vision still glimmered with tears. No doubt her mascara was all down her cheeks now. So much for looking gorgeous.
    He grasped her hand and held it firmly away as he propped himself on one elbow and stared down at her. “What do you mean ‘it never happens’?”
    “I-I can’t masturbate. It doesn’t work. I’m broken,” she added miserably.
    One brow raised in surprise. “You mean it’s not just during sex you can’t come? I thought you meant you struggled to come with a man.”
    “No…I struggle all the time. I just can’t.” Laura tilted her head back and stared at the elegant headboard behind her. She was such a failure as a woman.
    A rough finger on her thigh brought her attention back to the man sat on the bed. Funny, without the scowl on his brow, he really was sexy. Remaining silent, he coaxed apart her legs and she whimpered as he settled between them, his brown eyes secured on hers.
    He wasn’t going to…? Oh he was. Hunter touched his tongue to her folds and she braced herself but her tender clit welcomed the warmth.
    “I really don’t think—”
    “Don’t think,” he murmured against her mound, the order surprisingly sharp considering where his mouth was buried. His voice sent a gentle tremor through her and she reared up into his tongue. “You will come, Laura, whether you want to or not,” he told her as he ran his fingers underneath the two strips of lace that framed her lips. “This is my pussy, understand? And I will tell you what to do with it.”
    “Y-Yes, Sir.” Why the fuck did the idea of him owning her body make her curl in pleasure?
    His tongue explored her soaking sex, laving across her bud and her labia. He carefully tongue fucked her, occasionally coming up to swirl around her swollen clit. A gentle pressure built deep in her womb and as his teeth closed in on her clit, Laura arched sharply. The usual fears crept into her mind but her gaze closed in on his ruffled dark hair as he glanced up at her over the edge of her skirt and they dissipated. Only the riot of sensations remained.
    Tenderly he reached for her hand and brought it down between her legs. Positioning two of her fingers on her nub, he continued to work his tongue in and out of her needy hole while manipulating her fingers over her flesh. Her folds were wet and swollen and sensual to touch. With his tongue thrusting in her and his warm hand over hers, there was so much for her brain to process. Her mind closed down and simmering pleasure crept up her body.
    Breaths coming hard, Laura rotated her hips in time with her hand, crying out as two thick fingers invaded her folds and curled, making her stomach clench. Hunter worked his fingers vigorously and she could smell her arousal and hear the squelch of her sopping cunt.
    “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she screamed as her sheath tightened around his digits. He urged her to