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Fuck, she tastes good.

I do it again.

Again.

I do it until her thighs are shaking against my hands, then I flick my tongue against her clit.

"Fuck." Her breath gets heavy.

I do it again.

Again.

Her hand knots in my hair.

I look up at her. Watch her eyelids press together. Watch her brow soften. Her shoulders relax.

Fuck, she looks beautiful wracked with pleasure.

Mine.

I push the thought out of my head. That isn't part of our agreement. That is a quick trip to heartbreak.

That isn't happening.

This is simple. Seamless.

I lick her a little harder. A little faster. Higher. Lower. Right. Left. Up and down. Back and forth. With zigzags. With circles.

Her breath catches in her throat.

There.

That's it.

I lick her with steady strokes.

She groans as she bucks against my mouth. As she presses her thighs against my hands.

I dig my nails into her skin, pinning her in place.

And I flick my tongue against her.

"Fuck." She runs her nails over my shoulder. "Walker. Fuck."

I do it again. Again. Again.

A few more flicks and she's shaking.

Her groans get louder. Needier.

I lick her again. Again.

There.

With the next flick of my tongue, she comes. She gets sweeter. Wetter.

My name falls off her lips.