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it there, and when his unguarded eyes moved over her body with approval, it made her feel sexy, desired…a little more confident.
    “Nice,” he said, the roughness in his voice stoking the fire in her. With her dress still hovering over her belly button, he touched her panties, rubbing the lace between his thumb and finger. His eyes fixed on her sex, and he moaned, a darker side of him surfacing as his control visibly slipped. “I’m going to ruin you, Lauren. I’m going to fuck this sweet cunt so hard, and make you come so many fucking times, when you walk out of here, you won’t be the same.” He drew in air, let it out slowly, and met her gaze straight on. “Now tell me you want that.”
    She ran her tongue around a dry mouth, his promising words taunting her sex. “I want that.”
    “Good.” He slipped his fingers under the lacey band. His knuckles rubbed against her flesh, and her body quaked as he dragged the slip of material down her thighs. The warm night breeze rushed over her sex, but it was his hot breath on her flesh that stole the air from her lungs and had her squirming in anticipation.
    He pulled the lace to her ankles and tapped her legs. She lifted one foot, then the other, and he removed her panties, shoving them in his pocket like they were some sort of souvenir. He went to his knees, pressed his nose to her stomach, and breathed her in. His hands circled her waist, and he gripped her ass, holding her to him for a minute. His thumb went to her sex, and he firmly brushed it over her clit, taking full command of her body. She hissed, as his unforgiving fingers taunted her.
    “Every fucking time I think of you, I picture myself with my mouth between your legs,” he said, an almost desperate edge to his voice. Using slow, sensuous strokes he circled her aching heat, a teasing breath away from the spot craving his touch. It felt so good, but she wanted—needed—more. “You have no idea how much I’ve been dying to taste you.” She gripped her dress tighter, her body trembling from head to toe. “You want my mouth on you?”
    “Yes.” She spoke but it took effort. “Please.”
    His harsh breathing turned her body hot, achy.
    Touch me…
    The soft blade of his tongue teased her lips open, and the second she felt the hot wetness of his mouth on her sex, she nearly sank to her knees. Her fingers twitched, desperate to grab a fist full of his hair and hold him to her.
    His tongue swirled and licked, consumed and claimed, and her sex squeezed with a need so primal, she swelled around him. One big, intrusive finger slipped inside, opening her wider, and sparks shot through her. “So good,” she moaned. “So good.”
    With his finger pressing deep, he eased back, and glanced up at her. Her pulse leaped. No man had ever looked at her like that before, like she was a goddess he worshipped. Her heart beat a little faster in her chest.
    He licked his lips. “You are the sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever tasted.” His voice whispered across her thighs like an intimate caress.
    Need driving her, she moved her hips, gyrating and fucking his finger, desperate for him to take her already. But he just kept it still, torturing her. He chuckled, pulled his finger out to the knuckle, and dipped it back in. She sucked in a harsh breath.
    “More?”
    “Yes,” she moaned.
    “Close your eyes.”
    She blinked, confused. “What? Why?”
    “Shut everything down. Think about me. Think about my finger sliding in and out of you, and how good it’s going to feel to have my big cock fucking you. Think about how you’re going to use my dick, how hard you’re going to ride it, how it’s going to feel when your pussy tightens on it when you come.”
    She gasped and shut her eyes, her sex so wet it was almost embarrassing.
    Fuck me, please.
    “Good girl.”
    His tongue flattened and he licked from bottom to top, stopping to stroke her clit. Pleasure hit like a whip, and she wiggled, needing him to end the