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Sit down," Thad whispered.
When she did, he pulled her to the edge of the mattress and lifted both her legs, placing her thighs on his shoulders. Then he dipped his head and read her open with his tongue.
She gasped, and sound sent a jolt of sensation straight to his dick.
Fuck!
He knew she would taste good, but this was so much better than good.
He stroked her with his tongue, dragging slow, firm licks from her clit on down, and then back up again. Ashanti lifted her hips, grinding against his mouth as he continued to lap at her.
Her cries filled the room, hesitant as they were. Thad wanted her to tell her to let go, to just give in and not hold back. But he didn't want to stop what he was doing long enough to speak.
He caught her by the waist and held her down while he wedged his tongue inside her, driving in and out. Her legs moved restlessly against his shoulders, as if she didn't know what to do with herself. He tried to make out what she was saying between her breathy pants and realized it was his name. She was calling his name over and over again.
Thad had never heard anything sexier in his entire life. It drove him to keep going until he felt her legs shake and tense.
She came against his tongue. But instead of stopping, he ramped up the intensity, closing his mouth over her clit and sucking until she came again and again and again.
Her body was limp by the time he lifted her legs and set them back on the bed. He stood. As he stared down at Ashanti completely spent on his mattress, Thad realized his ego would never need stroking again.
"Are you okay?" he asked her.
"I'm a puddle," she said. "Don't ask me to move, because I can't."
Nope. No ego stroking necessary for the newly crowned king of cunnilingus.
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