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in on her pussy. She’d never felt more exposed—or turned-on.

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    Scott’s cock jumped as he traced his finger along Michaela’s slit. She was soaking
    wet, something that gave him immense pleasure. It felt too surreal to have Michaela in
    front of him like this with nothing between them. The firelight reflected off her delicate
    features and that gorgeous red hair of hers. She looked like a goddess stretched out
    before him. Soft yet lean in all the right places.
    For once in his life, he wished he was a little more charming. He’d never needed
    words in the bedroom but he wanted to somehow tell her how beautiful she was, how
    much it touched him that she’d kissed his hideous scars. Everything he thought of
    sounded stupid though. Silence was definitely the best option.
    He pushed a finger inside her and just like the night before, her tight sheath locked
    around him in a viselike grip. She was wet but so tight. And soon it wouldn’t be just his
    finger.
    “Ahh,” she let out a small moan.
    “You like that?” he whispered, not wanting to break the intimacy of the moment.
    “Yes,” she hissed as he pushed deeper inside her.
    He pulled out with the same slow precision. As he dragged his finger against her
    inner walls, she arched her back and made little moaning sounds that tested all his
    restraint. His balls pulled up painfully tight and he wanted nothing more than to pound
    into her. But she wasn’t ready just yet and he didn’t want to hurt her.
    When she fisted the throw rug underneath her, he pushed another finger inside her
    and kept both of them still as he leaned down and kissed her clit. The bud peeked out
    from her swollen lips, begging to be licked.
    He swept his tongue over it and her hips jerked against him. He couldn’t contain
    the chuckle that escaped. The woman was so reactive. Like a firecracker. He still
    couldn’t believe how fast she’d climaxed last night. After witnessing the expression on
    her face the first time he’d made her come, he definitely wanted a repeat performance.
    Soon.
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    Licking her clit, he increased the pressure with his tongue and moved his fingers
    again. In and out. He kept the rhythm steady. And just like that, her inner walls started
    contracting around his fingers. It was so sudden, he hadn’t been expecting it.
    “Scott.” She moaned his name like a prayer.
    He didn’t want to feel her coming around his fingers though; he wanted to feel her
    pussy milk his cock. Sitting up, he repositioned himself at her entrance. Before he could
    move, she shifted and impaled herself on him. He almost exploded from the shock. Her
    mouth formed a perfect O as he filled her to the hilt.
    Shit. A zap of awareness shot through his entire body. She wrapped around him
    like satin. He leaned forward as he started to move inside her, wanting to feel her
    breasts against his chest. The contractions he’d felt around his fingers tripled around his
    cock as she reached the peak of her orgasm.
    She reached around him and dug her fingers in to his back. Hard. The slight
    pressure of her nails bordered on pain but it only added to his pleasure.
    The hardened points of her nipples rubbed against him and even that got him hot.
    Never before had he been so aware of every part of his body. He’d never thought of the
    missionary position as anything special but right now, he didn’t want to do it any other
    way. He wanted to see every expression on Michaela’s pretty face.
    Her eyes were half-open as he continued thrusting into her. His cock was ready to
    explode but he made himself hold out. When she wrapped her legs around his waist
    and locked her ankles behind his back, he lost it. Crying out, he let the climax rip
    through him until the waves of pleasure subsided.
    He drove into her until his hips were blindly thrusting against hers. Instead of
    completely collapsing on top of her, he held himself up with his elbows. He knew he
    should roll