Jolie pov He doesn’t stop. If anything he goes harder—sucking stronger, fingers curling tighter, thumb now rubbing fast little circles over my clit from the outside while his tongue lashes the underside. The orgasm hits like a punch.My back bows off the bed. My thighs clamp around his head. I come hard—walls pulsing and squeezing his fingers, fresh wetness flooding his mouth. He keeps licking through it, slower now, lapping up everything like he doesn’t want to miss a drop. His fingers stay inside, gentle pumps that draw the aftershocks out until I’m trembling and whimpering.When he finally pulls back, his lips and chin are shiny. He licks them slow, eyes locked on mine, looking proud and hungry at the same time. “Beautiful,” he says simply. “My beautiful mate.”He climbs back up my body slowly, kissing a wet trail from my stomach to my chest, then my neck. His cock brushes my thigh—hot, thick, still slick from my mouth earlier and leaking at the tip. I feel how hard he is, how hea
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