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You’re gorgeous.” He stuck his middle finger in his mouth, wet it and with the barest pressure, skimmed his fingertip along the tender lips of her pussy. She was silky with her own arousal. When he lowered his lips to her and drew circles on her clitoral hood with the tip of his tongue, her toes curled and she moaned, long and deep.
    Caleb closed his eyes and fell into a trance. Her smell, her taste, her softness enveloped his senses. He kissed her pussy like he loved kissing her lips—slow and deep. He kept track of the rhythm of her breaths and the slight tremors beneath the surface of her skin.
    Her tissues began to swell and her clit, that sweet, vulnerable bundle of nerves, hardened like a BB pellet beneath his tongue. He created a seal over her with his lips and strummed her clit with a steady, unhurried rhythm. Slowly, he slid his index finger deep into her, turned it and drew it out. He repeated the motion, opening her up bit by bit. When her breathing quickened and became shallower, he added his middle finger. She groaned and gripped him like a vise.
    When the time was right, he curled his fingertips against her G-spot. Her clit began to vibrate with tension. Her legs trembled. Caleb stole a glance at her—her head thrown back, her lips parted, she was pinching her rosy nipples with the sexual abandon of a woman who knew her body and loved sex. When he felt her take a deep breath and hold it, he unleashed his tongue, savaging her clit until she began to lose control.
    At once, Cora threw her arms wide and dug her heels against the edge of the tailgate, lifting her hips so that he could tongue her deeper. When her orgasm broke at last, she shut her eyes and her face twisted up in ecstasy. Hot, sweet liquid filled her pussy, drenching his chin and making it easier for him to piston his fingers in and out of her, extending the climax that shot through her like a rocket.
    Breathless, he withdrew, stood up and grabbed his dick. Pressing the head of his cock against her opening, he caught hold of her ankles, spread her legs wide and, with a single snap of his hips, buried his cock inside her as she was still coming.
    She wailed. His balls tightened.
    “Goddamn it, Caleb,” she whimpered, running her hands up and down his chest as he leaned over her. “You feel so fuckin’ good.”
    He couldn’t speak. Overwhelmed with lust, he gritted his teeth and stared down at her. She was glistening. Her chest and cheeks were flushed. He smelled clean sweat—hers and his—and the foxy, rich scent of her sex all over his face. All over his cock.
    Christ.
    He wasn’t going to last. They’d made love every day—sometimes twice a day—since February. And still he couldn’t seem to control himself when it came to Cora.
    Adjusting his footing in the dust, he let go of her ankles, grasped her arms and pulled her up until they were nose to nose. She embraced him and looked deep into his eyes, a mischievous smile on her face.
    Her big brown eyes hypnotized him. In the shadows they were black as a bird’s. In the sunlight, they turned the color of polished mahogany, like the grandfather clock in his parents’ house.
    “Hey there,” she whispered.
    He kissed her tenderly, like she was his delicate treasure, like this was her first kiss. But while he did that, he hammered her pussy with his cock, each brutal thrust digging into her and stretching her beyond what seemed physically possible. He knew he was a big boy—no point pretending he wasn’t. But he also knew that she liked it this way. Hard and rough and unforgiving.
    She wrapped her smooth legs around his waist, broke their kiss and rested her head against his shoulder. He felt her reach down between their bodies and begin to stroke her clit with her fingertips. Her pussy became impossibly wetter around him.
    He licked his lips and whispered in her ear, “You gonna come again?”
    “I think so.”
    Almost delirious from holding back, he grunted and changed his angle