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need.”
    Riding his cock was amazing. His hands were everywhere, rough then gentle, always guiding her, helping her closer to something more than she’d ever experienced. But it wasn’t enough. She rocked her hips hard and fast but the build began to wane.
    Ian pulled her close and kissed her hard, his other hand holding her hip so she couldn’t pull away. When he broke away, he met her gaze. “You need a cock or a tongue.”
    The statement made her pussy clench. She nodded, frustrated and excited at once. “Help me.”
    “Touch yourself.”
    The demand was so foreign she almost refused. Doing it herself was one thing, doing it so someone else could see was—wrong. Before she could think of an excuse not to, he grabbed her hand, sucked her middle finger deep into his mouth and then guided it to her clit. “I’m going to fuck you while you play with yourself. Don’t be shy. Do it however it feels right. Pretend I’m not even here.”
    “Yeah right,” she choked.
    Then he was lifting her, lowering her onto his cock slowly. For a long moment, feeling the sensual, full press of his cock entering her, she forgot to breathe, let alone touch herself. His hand closed over her wrist. “Don’t stop. You started to shut down. I don’t know why, but you need to let go of everything else right now and just concentrate on us. I could come right now. You’ve got me so wound up, I wish I could bend you over this chair and fuck you from behind until you screamed that it was too much.”
    His heated words created a little magic and she pressed her finger against her clit to ease the ache. His hand guided hers until she was rubbing faster, mimicking the upward thrusts of his cock. “That’s it, baby. I can’t tell you how hot it is to watch you touch yourself. It makes your pussy so wet and easy to slide in and out of.”
    Dirty talk wasn’t her thing, but Ian had an amazing grasp on keeping-her-in-the-now talk. Knowing how she made him feel was as intoxicating as having his cock deep inside her. It rivaled the pleasure she experienced by touching herself when her sexual encounters from the past would have benefitted from this addition. Wanting to return some of the pleasure she was experiencing, she kissed him. “You feel amazing, Ian.”
    “Focus, baby,” he demanded. Then he was reaching between them, moving her hand aside to replace her finger with his thumb. “I think you’re too shy to do it yourself this time. Maybe after I jerk off for you sometime, you’ll feel more comfortable. For now, tell me where it feels the best. I could spend hours trying to find the right spot, but I think you’d like to come sooner than later.”
    He was right. She wanted the end game more than he could imagine. Her body was drawn tight, but there was a nagging devil trying to pull her out of the moment, and she didn’t know how to refuse it. He shifted until he was buried deep and held still. Rubbing his thumb over her clit, he stared at her. “Left? Right? Higher? Lower?”
    “Lower,” she breathed, unprepared for the shock of his heated touch. He followed her directives and between his cock and his touch, she found herself panting, throwing out directions until she was ready to scream with the frustration of being so close yet so far.
    That’s when Ian stopped touching her and placed her hand at her crotch again. “Now you’re ready. You stop touching, I stop fucking.”
    Her clit was so swollen it took a minute to find the right spot. Once she did, it was heaven. The deep thrusts of his cock. The perfect strokes of her own finger knowing what she needed. His mouth closed over one of her nipples, sucking lightly, teasing in gentle strokes. The combo punch was too much, and she felt the first, brilliant tremors in her pussy. Like a knot forming, her insides tightened almost painfully.
    “Faster,” Ian groaned. “Don’t stop.”
    Liz stroked quicker, rubbing her clit the way she only did in her most private moments,