June. Knox didn’t slow down.Two fingers slid into me while his tongue kept working, and he groaned like he’d been waiting all day for this.“Fuck, you’re tight. Feel that? Feel how you’re gripping me?” His voice was rough and muffled against me. “This pussy was made for my mouth.”Words failed me. All I had was a string of broken moans, and my hand twisted in his hair, pulling hard which only seemed to make him want more.“Yeah, pull it. Harder. Show me how bad you want it.” He curled his fingers, and my back arched off the mattress. “There. That’s the spot, isn’t it? Don’t lie to me.”“Knox, please,” I choked out.“Please what?” He dragged his tongue slowly over me, eyes flicking up with a filthy grin. “Use your words, baby. Tell me what you want me to do.”“Don’t stop. Please, just don’t stop.”“Wasn’t planning on it.” His thumb and tongue worked together until I couldn’t tell where one thing ended, and the other began.He kept talking through all of it, whispering in dirty littl
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