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displays.
    “Are those real?” He tilts his head, appraising the garment like a true panty connoisseur.
    “The diamonds?” I wink. “Yep. Actually, there’s nothing fake on this body.”
    “Hard to believe nature can be this perfect.” He leans in to lick one of the glittering rocks then the skin beside it. “Or this beautiful.”
    “They’re custom made. I hoped to impress you.”
    “You always do.”
    He dusts kisses over the fabric, licking the spot directly above my clit.
    “Rick!” I shift, restless, but he knows what I need.
    “I want to eat you with these on.” He carefully nudges the lace to the side, revealing my pussy to his hungry stare. With one finger, he traces my slit.
    I whimper and buck.
    “They’re stunning when you dance.” He bares his teeth in a grin that reminds me of the big bad wolf. I always thought Red went for the wrong guy.
    The fire shining from the center of the diamonds has nothing on the inferno he stokes inside me when he dips his finger into the entrance of my pussy. He inserts the digit as he closes the gap between us. A stream of cool air escapes his lips and swirls over my clit a moment before he contrasts it with the wet heat of his lips.
    He drives me insane as he works his hand and mouth in perfect counterpoint. He manipulates me from both inside and out until a telltale tightening ripples low in my pelvis. If he doesn’t stop, I’ll come.
    I try to warn him. The only sound that emerges from my mouth is a low, throaty cry.
    “Don’t fight me.” He pauses long enough to command my release. “Come, Sarah.”
    My body obeys him. My spine arches, lifting my shoulders from the mattress as I shatter. A quick burst of pleasure bleeds some of the tension from me. It only makes me regret I couldn’t hang on longer and enjoy the act very few of my customers are likely to request.
    “So sweet.” Rick kisses my thighs as he carefully removes my expensive trappings.
    My sigh escapes before I can stop it.
    “What was that for?” He returns, kissing me softly. I can taste myself on his lips. Blended, we’re my favorite flavor. I don’t speak before he registers the longing in my eyes. “You want more of that?”
    Is it greedy to admit it? Not with Rick. “Yes.”
    He shoves to his feet and strips off his jeans in one sure movement. He kicks the pants aside, toes off his socks and lies next to me, his head angled toward my feet. “I could taste you all day.”
    I yelp when he plants open-mouthed kisses on my sensitive flesh before diving back in as though he relishes the soft, moist flesh of my pussy on his face. It only takes a few seconds before slight discomfort caused by overstimulation morphs into fresh pleasure.
    I set my sights on something else I crave. I tap his hip three times before he responds.
    He lifts his head long enough to ask, “You want my cock, baby?”
    My cheeks heat as I realize it’s true. Not because I have to please him, though I hope I can, but because I need to fill myself with him in every way. His taste, his scent, his heat. “Give it to me. Please.”
    “Here you go.” He nudges me until we lie on our sides. My head rests on his thigh. He holds my legs wide open as he returns his focus to laving every fold of my pussy with his tongue.
    I open my mouth and draw him inside. We both groan when he feeds me his cock inch by inch. As hard as he is, I feel him lengthening while I suck, employing every play in my best game-day book.
    He nudges the back of my throat, encouraging me to swallow. I massage the head of his cock with the rings of my throat muscles. He doesn’t pressure me, allowing me to go at the pace that’s best for both of us. Completely relaxed, I take him as deep as possible. The burst of pre-come that adds a hint of salt to his flavor initiates an answering clench of my pussy around his embedded fingers. He angles them until they press against my G-spot and incite another orgasm.
    Only years of practice keep me from