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and pushed it upward. His mouth landed on the flat expanse below my navel, skin to hot skin. No cotton barrier between us. He looked up my body at me as he gripped my drawers and tugged, rending the fabric from me with little effort. The shredded garment he held up before me.
    “You can either skip wearing these or you will be stripped of them and then spanked every time I discover you wearing them.”
    My eyes widened at the seriousness of his tone as he tossed my ruined drawers over his shoulder.
    “No drawers?” I squeaked, thinking about what he said. Bare beneath my dresses or a spanking. A spanking? Why did that idea make my thighs even wetter?
    “No drawers.” He pushed my thighs wide and moved down so his face hovered directly over my womanhood. I could feel his hot breath on my secret flesh and I tried to squirm away. His grip was too strong and he grinned. “It’s my turn to taste. You’ll come now, precious, then I’ll fuck you.”
    I didn’t have time to think about that, for his nose nudged against me and I bucked. His hold tightened at the idea of his smelling me. Oh, God, and tasting me! He licked up the length of my seam and I cried out. His hands moved inward and he used his thumbs to part me. It was then that he went to work with his mouth, learning every nook and cranny of that part of my body with an unrelenting focus.
    At first I was embarrassed that he would pick up the scent of my arousal, would find me very wet and sensitive. I had to wonder what he thought I tasted like, for there was no doubt I coated his tongue. When he lifted his head for a moment and I chanced a glance down at him, I could see that my… eagerness also coated his lips and chin in a glistening display.
    “Sweet, like honey. I might have to call you sweetness instead of precious.”
    He went back to work and I dropped my head back, my eyes falling shut. I’d touched myself before in my bed late at night and I’d found my climax, but it was nothing like this. When his finger slipped inside of me, there was nothing I could do but give over, relent and succumb to whatever he was going to do to me. And that was more than fine.
    “I’m… oh, my.” I grabbed hold of Jack’s dark hair and tugged, held onto him as if he were the only thing keeping me from flying away as he made me feel the most incredible things.
    “Come, sweetness,” he said, then flicked his tongue over that spot in such a special way that I did.
    “Jack!” I cried, digging my feet into the mattress on either side of his hips. I clenched down on that single digit that was swirling and stroking me, just barely inside my entrance. It was the eagerness to have something more, something bigger fill me up that made the pleasure continue to pulse and roll through me.
    Somehow Jack knew when I was done. Perhaps it was the fact that I loosened my grip on his hair. Perhaps it was because I was no longer squeezing his shoulders with my thighs. Perhaps it was because I was no longer shouting his name for the east half of town to hear.
    “I’m going to be bald before the year is out, sweetness.” Grinning, he ran his hand over his hair. I couldn’t miss the way his mouth was wet.
    “Stop calling me sweetness,” I grumbled, but it was difficult to be cranky with him when he just made me feel so damn good.
    He leaned over me, kissed me. His tongue touched mine and he tasted… different. I realized I was tasting myself. Lifting his head, he looked down at me, ran his thumb over my lips. “Not a chance,” he countered. “Your pussy’s too sweet for you to be called anything else.”
    Sitting back on his haunches, I saw how his cock rose from the dark thatch of hair I could glimpse from his open pants. It pointed straight up and nudged his belly.
    “It’s time to get my cock inside you.”
    “You do it with your clothes on?” I wondered. He only exposed the most important parts for the act, but I wanted to see all of him.
    His grin spread across his