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When I finally stilled, he stood, licking me off his lips. “Jesus …” He paused, shaking his head. “Watching you come is so fucking sexy.”

His hair was ruffled because of me.

His body was ripped.

His cock so hard that the bead at the tip was ready to drip.

“I can’t get enough of you.”

It was like he was reading my thoughts.

My feelings identical.

And the truth was, I didn’t want him to be able to get enough of me.

I wanted him to want me.

I wanted him to need me.

I especially wanted him to crave me.

“Show me, Jenner.”

His finger landed on my lips, one that had been inside me, the wetness still there. “Don’t move.”

He left me on the counter, and when he returned a few seconds later, he was lifting a foil packet toward his mouth, tearing the corner with his teeth. Once the rubber was in his hand, he pumped his cock a few times and said, “Suck it.”

I couldn’t do that from this position, so I slid off, landing on my feet, and knelt on his kitchen floor.

The moment I had his cock in my hand