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I cried out his name, my hips moving, his cock pressing harder on my back.

“And this.” He pressed his fingers deeper, his thumb harder. “This pretty, sweet pussy. Like a flower. It blossoms for me, doesn’t it?”

“Yes,” I panted.

His ministrations picked up, his breathing growing harsh. “Just for me.”

“Oh God, yes.”

“You’re going to come on my hand, Deirdre. When I tell you to. Aren’t you?”

I could only whimper.

“I’m going to come all over your back. You’re going to wear me on your skin all day. Think of me when your blouse sticks and remember how hard you came for me.”

I shook, undulated on his hand, cried out his name. Gasped for air. He stroked me harder, one hand splayed across my stomach, gripping me tightly to him.

He grunted and his body jerked. “Come. Now, Deirdre. Come for me.”

I exploded, crying out and gripping his legs. Wetness covered my back as he clutched me close, his face buried in my neck.

I collapsed against him.

After a moment, he pressed his mouth to my ear.

“Look a