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any time.”
    He chuckled. “I’m not sure you want to offer that.”
    She was one hundred and one percent sure that she did.
    His hair brushed the insides of her thighs as he lowered his head. She tensed again. He sucked her clit into his mouth and stroked it with the tip of his tongue.
    “Oh God,” she groaned. He was good at this, too?
    Brian continued sucking and stroking her with his tongue. Her pussy throbbed in protest of its neglect. She wanted him inside her so bad. His big, beautiful cock pounding her fast and hard. She couldn’t take any more. She had to have him.
    She grabbed a handful of his hair and pul ed him away from the glorious things he was doing to her clit. “Take me, Brian,” she said. “Now.”
    “Not yet.”
    If demands didn’t work, perhaps begging would earn his mercy. “Please. Please, Brian. I ache with wanting you inside me.”
    His fingers traced the slippery rim of her eager opening. “You want me in here?”
    She shifted her hips, wil ing to accept even his fingers inside her. Anything to fil that aching emptiness.
    He drew his hand away, leaving her wanting. “You’re dripping wet, baby. Has it been a while since you’ve been fucked properly?”
    She wasn’t sure if she’d ever been fucked properly. She knew she’d never been this turned on in her life. “You’re cruel.” She pouted.
    “If I was being cruel, you’d know it. Let go of my hair and trust me to satisfy you.”
    She released his hair, lifted her head and looked down at him. “I’m sorry.”
    “Don’t apologize. My cock is cal ing me every sort of a son of a bitch right now. He wants to be inside you twice as much as you want him there.”
    “Impossible.”
    He grinned. “He’l wait for a few more minutes though. Can you handle that?”
    “Just a few?”
    He nodded.
    “I’l try.” Some of her building excitement had dissipated. She wished she hadn’t stopped him now. She relaxed onto the bed and gripped handfuls of the sheets to prevent herself from pul ing his hair again.
    He doesn’t want you, Myrna. Who’d want a cheating whore?
    Shut up, Jeremy.
    Brian lowered his head and drew his tongue along the inside of her labia, flicked it across her anus and then trailed it back up the other side.
    “Nnggnn,” she groaned.
    He sucked her clit back into his mouth and her hips bucked involuntarily. While he sucked her and stroked her with his tongue, his fingers traced the rim of her vaginal opening, never dipping inside, just teasing her to the point of tears. He kept her at the brink of orgasm. Whenever her breath would hitch as she approached release, he’d pause in his torment until she settled down again. Her need for him intensified with each increasing peak.
    When she was convinced she was going to die, he slid two fingers inside her.
    She cried out, her back arching. He curled his fingers and pressed up inside her, slowly withdrawing until she screamed with release. He rubbed that perfect spot inside until her legs trembled and her thighs clamped together over his hand. He knew how to find a g-spot? Ah, God. Gifted. The man was sexual y gifted. Myrna forced herself to relax her leg lock on his hand. When her body stopped quaking, he removed his fingers and slid from the end of the bed.
    “Don’t get up,” he said.
    He left her lying there, dazed. He was done? He didn’t want her? Fighting tears of rejection, she watched him search the floor for his clothes. His hard cock jutted before him, thickly veined and straining. Did he find her so repulsive that he’d just leave while stil in that condition?
    Brian bent to retrieve his pants—giving Myrna a spectacular view of his perfect, bare ass—and fished a condom out of his pocket. Her breath caught. He tore the package open with his teeth and unrol ed the condom over his cock. Such a shame to cover its perfection from her view, but it meant…
    He climbed back onto the bed and settled his narrow hips between her thighs.
    “You want