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The thought of Rose’s tight, just fucked pussy around his hand, flesh clinging to flesh, made him almost dizzy.
    “Please,” Rose sobbed quietly. “Please, Brent, let me—let me come.”
    Brent didn’t listen to her. Instead, he twisted his fingers free sharply, just as his hips drove his cock in alongside them. Rose screamed, and the impossibly tight heat was too much for Brent to handle. He came, unexpectedly, fast and hard, filling up the condom to the brim and taking his breath away. Rose slumped on the bed as soon as Brent released his grip on her hips, moaning and mewling, her hands now pawing at her tender pussy. Brent’s knees shook a little, but he steadied himself and quickly stripped Rose’s soft dark slacks from the tangle around her legs, slapping her hands away from her groin.
    “No, no, no touching.”
    Rose whined, her wrist twisting in Brent’s grip. Brent felt a spark in his belly, and he pinned her hand behind her head. Rose’s sharp intake of breath at the move confirmed his thought, and he reached behind the headboard to grasp at the silky black scarf that hung there exactly for that purpose. He tied up her wrists and wrapped the end around the brass railings of the bed frame.
    “I’ll take care of you,” Brent whispered, his voice softer now, pushing Rose’s legs up and apart. She kicked, whimpering, a low sound that came from deep in her throat. Brent leaned over and licked at the hollow of her throat.
    “Please,” she groaned. “Please. I need it so fucking bad. Please, please—”

    Brent let the tip of his tongue travel all the way up to Rose’s lips and pushed right past them, shutting her up as he took her breath away, his kiss hard and demanding, almost fucking Rose’s mouth with his tongue. He shuffled until he fit right between her legs and used his hand to spread her soaked pussy lips.
    “I’m going to make you come so hard you’ll pass out,” Brent promised, biting at Rose’s lower lip before lowering himself on Rose’s body.
    At the first swipe of his tongue across her clit, Rose let out a long, loud moan, her ankles twisting and wrapping around the back of Brent’s head. He reached behind her and forcefully unwound her legs. He pressed his thumbs into the soft, tender wetness and held her thighs apart as he stabbed his tongue repeatedly over the swollen flesh.
    “Oh, God! God!” Rose bucked up against him, struggling to get more of that sweet, torturous friction.
    Brent took his time lapping over the abused flesh, carefully scraping his teeth and soothing with his tongue. He held her legs open wide and pressed the flat of his tongue in, feeling the muscles clench viciously as Rose bucked up with a strangled keen. Brent licked him open thoroughly, his fingers slowly running across the pad of Rose’s feet, tickling mercilessly, grinning to himself as she whimpered and tried to kick out. Brent pulled back, chuckling when she rutted her hips up, thrashing like a trapped butterfly beneath him.
    “So hot,” Brent murmured, pushing Rose’s legs further apart as he let his tongue trail back down to Rose’s hole, circling the outer ring, before moving down all the way to the crease of her ass. “Can’t believe you’ve never done it. It’s like you were made for it. I’ll make you come so hard, you’ll think you’re gonna die with it.”
    Rose twisted up, her breathing harsh and uncontrolled.
    “Please.” Rose strained for Brent, trying to get the pressure she wanted.
    Brent wouldn’t let her. He ran the stubbled edge of his jaw across Rose’s sensitive skin, smirking when it drew a hiss of pain from between those pretty, full, pink lips. Brent fiddled with the loose ends of the scarf, tugging the end down as he pushed her knee up, fastening the strap below the swell of her thigh. It held her leg perfectly spread and elevated. He repeated the move with the final strap and sat back, admiring his handiwork.
    Rose squirmed helplessly on the bed. There was