“Oh, god!” She gasps, grabbing handfuls of my hair.

I lick her from her ass to her clit, flattening my tongue to cover as much ground as I can. I swirl my tongue in circles over her bundle of nerves fast, then slow, and repeat. Building the tension inside of her. Her fists tighten around my hair, threatening to rip it from the roots. I groan, sucking her swollen bud into my mouth, teasing it with the tip of my tongue, releasing it, then doing it again.

Her legs start to shake and I know she’s close. My dick presses against my zipper so hard, I’m afraid it will cut into me. I try to remember a time when I was this turned on, and I can’t.

Winter Sommers has become a liability. A weakness. An addiction. I don’t much like the feeling, but I crave it. And right now, I’m finally going to fuck it out of me.

“Yes!” she screams. “Right there…”

I add pressure to the spot, rubbing quick strokes with my tongue, bite down gently, then suck.

“Come for me, baby.” Circling, circling, circling… “Come all over my face, Winter.”

Like the good girl she is, she does as she’s told. Winter’s thighs clamp my head between them, her eyes squeeze shut, and her mouth falls open. She screams my name, blurting it over and over until her hands ease up and she lets go of my hair.

After giving her beautiful pink pussy one more kiss, I bend to set her down, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. Her body is slack against the wall and a lazy smile curls her lips. I’d laugh if I wasn’t so hell bent on finally sinking my cock into this woman.

I slide my hand over her stomach to hold her up. “Can you walk?”

She nods. “Mm-hmm.”

“Good. Let’s go.” I grab her hand and pull her through her walk-in closet, trampling over my suits, but I don’t give a shit.

Mental note: Have Trent drive me up a new wardrobe.

…And a deadbolt to lock Winter out of her own closet.

…And a muzzle.

“Where are we going?” Winter asks, trying to keep up with my pace as I pull her through her room and down the hall.

“My room.”

We enter my room and I turn around and pull Winter into my arms. “No one is going to interrupt us tonight. And if they do, we ignore them. Deal?”

“Deal,” she says eagerly, all the tense edges of her face softened and relaxed now.

I pull her dress over her head, trying not to let my jaw drop to the floor. I’ve seen Winter in a towel, and in boy short underwear and a tight tank top. I’ve seen her beautifully tanned legs in her cut-off jean shorts, seen the curve of her breasts above the neckline of her dresses. But I’ve never seen her naked, not fully.

As she stands in front of me, naked from tip to toe, a breath catches in my chest.