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  He moves one finger across my pussy lips — first one, then the other — teasing me and refusing to touch me anywhere else. The heat from his fingers radiates through my body and makes me feverish with anticipation.

  "You don't get to claim me," I argue.

  If this is what he means by claiming me, he can claim me all night long.

  I don’t say that out loud.

  “I'm going to claim you Cassie," he growls. "All of you. Over and over again. You're going to beg me to claim you."

  “You…can’t say…that,” I breathe, my words punctuated by inhalations as he keeps teasing me, touching me everywhere else except where I want to be touched.

  “No?” He slides his hands up my body. For a second, I’m disappointed. But then he pulls the bottom of my tank top up over my stomach, his fingers grazing my skin. His touch sends a shiver through me that goes straight to my core.

  “Nope,” I whisper.

  “Then let me say something else,” he says.

  “Say it.” I stare at his lips, hanging on his every word. I want his lips on me desperately. I want his lips moving across my skin, caressing me, his mouth between my legs.

  “Let me tell you what I’m going to do next,” he says. “Right now, I'm going to take off your shirt, and then your pants. Then I'm going to lick you until you’re gasping for breath. I’m going to fuck you with my tongue until you’re bucking against my face. I want to hear you call my name when you come. Over and over. I want to hear you moan my name.”

  He doesn’t wait for an answer, which is good because I don’t fucking have one after that. His words send arousal coursing through me, pooling between my legs. If I were wearing panties, they’d be soaked. The way he talks, the way he tells me exactly what he wants to do to me, no one has ever talked to me like this before.

  No one has ever wanted me like this before.

  My body is on fire, the flames of lust stoked because of him. I’ve never wanted anyone like I want him.

  He lifts my tank top over my head with no resistance from me, kissing his approval down the side of my neck as he runs his finger down my chest and between my breasts. I arch my back to meet his touch, already needy for him.

  "Then I'm going to finger-fuck you, Cassie Rae," he says, his voice thick as he kisses his way down my breasts. "I'm going to fuck you with my fingers until you're begging for my cock.”

  I whimper as he traces circles around my nipples, one at a time, with his tongue. He does it excruciatingly slowly, and my nipples harden at the sensation.

  "And then what?” I ask. I can hardly get the words out, my breath catching in my throat as he drags his teeth along my sensitive skin. He sucks my nipple into his mouth more forcefully, pinching it between his teeth, and even though it sends a shock of pain through me, the pain is eclipsed by the heat that overwhelms everything else.

  “Then nothing,” he says. “Because I’m not going to fuck you.”

  “No?” I barely choke out the word.

  “Not until you’re ready,” he amends. “However long that is. Not until you want me to fuck you.”

  The way he touches me, that may be a lot sooner than he expects.

  He slides his hand down the front of my pajama pants, but instead of teasing me, this time he slides his fingers over my clit, then further. “Shit, you’re wet as hell.”

  I whimper at the sensation of his fingers between my legs. I pull my lip between my teeth, trying not to cry out as the heat from his fingertips radiates through me.

  A pained expression crosses his face. "Feel what you do to me, Cassie."

  He reaches for my hand and places it between his legs. His cock presses hard against his jeans, and when my palm presses hard back, he groans.

  His groan.

  That sound. It makes me want to make him do it again and again.

  I fumble with the button on his jeans and he shakes his head. "Not yet," he says. "Your lips will be wrapped around my cock soon enough."

  "Oh God," I whisper. The thought of his cock in my mouth, tasting him on my tongue, makes me hot.

  His fingers press against my entrance, teasing me. “You’re soaked,” he observes. “This is how you’ve been when you’ve been tutoring me, isn’t it? Your panties wet underneath that little black skirt of yours, sitting with your thighs pressed together, your pussy throbbing. Fucking yourself with your vibrator and thinking about me.”

  "I've been very professional," I say haughtily.

  “I wanted to rip your damn clothes off the first time I saw you,” he growls. “Your fucking clothes annoy me.”

  “What’s annoying about my clothes?”

  He kneels down, his hands on the sides of my pants and yanks them to the ground, then tosses them aside. “The fact that you wear any,” he answers.

  Colton slides his hands up my legs, one palm on each thigh, and spreads them apart. He puts his face close to my pussy, so close I can feel his hot breath against my skin, but he doesn't touch me. Instead, he inhales deeply.

  Inhales me.

  Then he looks up at me from between my legs, his eyes hooded, face racked with lust. "This is what I've been waiting for." He covers my pussy with his mouth, groaning loud and long when he tastes me, and the sound he makes is nothing compared to the moan I let out. I think I might have died and gone to heaven.

  He flicks his tongue over my pussy, exploring me slowly like he has nowhere else on earth to be, and my head lolls back as he works me over. This is like nothing I've ever felt before, definitely not from the college boyfriend who couldn't have been less interested in going down on me if he tried.

  But Colton… Colton murmurs his approval from between my legs. I run my hands over his head, pulling him against me and arching my hips toward him as pleasure washes over me like a wave, growing more and more intense as his tongue explores me.

  Holy shit. How have I been missing out on this?

  My vibrator and my fingers don't compare to this at all.

  He eats me for what seems like an eternity until I'm on the verge, delirious from near-orgasm and pent-up frustration.

  Then he pulls away, grinning at me, his mouth still glistening from my wetness. "Don’t worry, Cassie. I'm going to let you come."

  I whimper at the promise.

  "Turn around," he commands.

  I comply, my heart thudding in my chest. Part of it is arousal and part of it is excitement, the nervous anticipation of not knowing what he wants from me. Colton runs his hands over my hips, gripping the flesh of my ass as he speaks. I wonder if he's going to bend me over and take me here, thrusting his cock into me the way I fantasized about.

  I think I want him to bend me over and take me.

  "I told you I wanted you to come on my face," he reminds me. "Stand still. Spread your legs."

  I stand there motionless, my hands on the bed, as he lies on his back on the floor, his hands gripping my ankles.

  "Do you know how many times I thought about this view?" he asks. "I fantasized about you standing over me in that little black skirt and those heels."

  I inhale sharply at the mere suggestion.

  "Kneel down, Cassie," he orders, his voice insistent. "I need your pussy on my face."

  He needs it.

  I do what he asks, barely hovering over him for a second before he grabs my ass and pulls me down on his face. Bracing my hands against the bed, I close my eyes, reveling in what he's doing to me. This time, it's not slow. This time he doesn't just eat me. He devours me, pulling my clit into his mouth, fucking me with his tongue.

  He lifts me off his face just long enough to tell me what he wants from me. "I want you to fuck me, Cassie," he tells me. "Don't hold back. I want you to let go."

  I suppress a whimper as he pulls me hard down on him again. His hands travel up my back, over my stomach, and then they're on my breasts, pulling at my nipples as I lean forward to brace myself against the bed.

  I'm too far gone to be self-conscious and I'm too far gone