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back, her pussy merely inches from his face as her legs dangled over the edge.
    “Widen your legs and show me your cunt.”
    She did as he commanded, and as she stared at the mosaic of stars in the night sky, she waited impatiently, waited for that first sweet touch of his tongue.
    A finger moved over her slit. “Have you been this hot and wet for me all day?”
    “Yes,” she answered.
    She could feel his breath on her inner thighs, so hot and moist it was all she could do not to cry out. “You were a very good girl not to touch yourself. Your sweet cunt is mine to play with not yours. Understand?”
    Desperate for him to play with it now, to lick, suck and fuck her, she murmured, “Yes.” Cream dripped down her leg, and she was sure if he didn’t soon touch her, she would go up in a burst of flame. She listened for him to speak, to do something, but silence hovered for a long time.
    Seconds passed.
    Minutes.
    She waited for what felt like a lifetime.
    And then it happened.
    Like fire on her skin, his tongue swiped from the bottom to the top, and as heat bombarded her, she felt a soft quake in the center of her core. Glorious. So damn glorious. He licked her again, and she spasmed. God, she was close, already so damn close she wasn’t sure how much more she could take.
    He flicked the soft blade of his tongue over her clit and moaned in pleasure. “I’ve never tasted anything so sweet,” he said from deep between her legs. Passion raced through her and she shivered under his invasive touch.
    He inserted a finger and just kept it there, not moving, not stroking, simply filling her with its girth. It was blissful torture designed to let her know he was in charge. Fueled by need she writhed and moaned in sheer frustration.
    “Keep still, Rebecca and you are not to come until I tell you to.”
    He put another finger inside her, and the fit was so snug, so deliciously tight all she wanted to do was move, force him to pump deep and bring her to climax.
    “Such a lovely tight cunt,” he said, as he drew her clit into his mouth. “My cock is going to fill you so nicely.”
    Yes...
    He slowly, methodically began to move his fingers inside her, pressing, pushing, and building a powerful climax. How would she ever hang on? But she had to. He’d told her to.
    She drew a shaky breath and stole a glance at the amazing man feasting on her. Honestly, until this moment, this man, she had no idea why her past relationships had all failed. But now she knew.
    She didn’t want an easy considerate lover, a man who let her control the play, take the reins. No. She wanted this. Domination. Total and utter surrender.
    Oh God, she wanted this...
    His fingers stopped moving and he climbed to his feet. His dark, hungry glance met hers. “Fuck my fingers. Move your hips and fuck my fingers like a good girl.”
    Rebecca gripped the sides of the table and started moving, meeting each thrust as he pumped into her and stroked her clit. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the points of pleasure, but then she opened them again, and tossed her head from side to side. Desperate to come, to give in to the sensations, her breath came in ragged bursts.
    “What is it, Rebecca?”
    “I’m going to come.”
    “Not until I say so. You can hang on.”
    “Quinn...please...”
    “Don’t disobey me, Rebecca,” he warned.
    He stroked harder, applied more pressure, and her body began tingling, every nerve quivering and on fire. She breathed against the blinding pressure, letting it build higher and higher until she hovered on the precipice. Heat whipped through her and her thoughts fragmented. He leaned over her and drew a nipple in his mouth, the wet heat of his tongue magnificent on her flesh. He sucked hard, and she stifled a cry when he bit down. As she hovered on the brink of orgasm, barely a shred of sanity left, his gaze met hers.
    “Come for me,” he whispered, and just like that she gave herself over to the pleasure. She cried out in