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making me gasp and throw back my head. As he
slipped his fingers into my wet slit, he rubbed his cock against my hip, and I
took hold of it, letting him thrust it into my palm in steady back-and-forth
movements.
    “Come on, Justin. Fuck me with those fingers.” I ached for
him to go deeper, harder, and pictured his slender fingers thrusting inside me.
He started in a rapid, pumping motion, but it wasn’t enough. I needed it
harder. Much harder. “Try this position instead.” I spun away from him. Putting
my hands on the makeshift wall, I arched my back, offering him a tempting view
of my ass and gleaming wet pussy.
    “You’re so hot, Jenna.” His voice sounded rough and sexy.
    “Enough talk. More action. Faster rhythm this time. And deeper.
Push those fingers in deep.”
    “Let me fuck you, Jenna. I want to shove my cock—”
    “Not yet. You can fuck me when I tell you to. Not a second
earlier.”
    Glancing back at the grim expression of need on his face, I
realized I was testing every ounce of his self-control. He cupped my ass and
coaxed my thighs farther apart with his knee before plunging his fingers into
my moist slit. As he went deep, establishing an intoxicating rhythm, moans
spilled from my throat. Every thrust drove me mad with desire. As if reading my
mind, he knew exactly how fast and hard to drive his fingers into me.
    “Yes, yes, yes.” I had to give Justin credit for following
instructions to the letter.
    While he plunged deep, my fingers rushed to my clit. So
swollen. So ready to come, a small ripe fruit begging to be plucked from the
vine. My fingers delicately played my clit, keeping pace with Justin, until I
felt the first tingles of orgasm. Oh yes . At long last, I experienced
the release I craved. The quickening rhythm of our fingers pushed me over the
edge, and tidal waves of pleasure crashed over me. The sensation intensified,
rocking me to the core. Wave after powerful wave crested over my body,
releasing my pent-in lust. I cried out, my back arching, muscles tensing.
Justin never stopped. He kept up the pace, sending me floating on the waves,
adrift in a sea of bliss. After endless moments of ecstasy, the spasms ebbed,
and I returned to my senses. Panting in deep, satisfied breaths, I turned to
face him.
    “Enough?” He put his hand to his face and inhaled my scent.
    Barely able to speak, I said, “We’re only getting started.”
I guided his hand to his mouth. “Lick me off you. All of me.”
    My juices coated his index and middle fingers. “I love your
smell,” he said, staring into my eyes. Justin sucked my juices off his hands
with enthusiasm, a small smile playing on his lips. He gave his middle finger a
final lick. “And your taste.”
    His bearded cheek rubbed against my soft one, tickling me,
and his love bite—sharp and unexpected on the curve of my neck—sent a shiver
all the way down my spine.
    “My turn?” he said eagerly, and nibbled my earlobe.
    “Almost.”
    He stared at me in disbelief. “You’re so intense, Jenna.
It’s hard to think.”
    “Don’t think,” I said. “Act. Taste me again. Get on your
knees and show me what you can do with your tongue.” My nub awakened, tingling
in anticipation.
    Justin seemed mesmerized by my assertiveness. “You like
being in charge, don’t you?”
    “I think you controlled the pace long enough. Telling me to
wait. Teaching me patience . ”
    He obeyed, going down on his knees, staring at me in
complete surrender. My breath caught in my throat, and it was hard to swallow.
What an incredible turn-on. What a heart-stopping, gorgeous stud.
    On his knees.
    In front of me.
    Ready to send me to the heights of rapture.
    I grabbed a handful of his gold-flecked hair and pulled
until his lips rested against my mound. “Tease it. Suck on it. Drive me wild.”
    While his hands parted my lips, his tongue worked magic on
my clit. With rapid flicking motions, he licked the tip of my nub. Again, he
seemed to be reading my mind,