Deeper Than I've Ever Been

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I gasp, my eyes snapping open like I've been struck by lightning.

Wayne's tongue slides up my pussy slow... then deep. Deliberate.

"Wayne... baby—" I moan, already breathless, my voice trembling as I look down at him.

Shit. His mouth is doing something spiritual to me. I feel it in my toes. In my throat.

Anthony ain't never made me cum this fast. Terrance tried, but it wasn't like this. This... this is some otherworldly, make-me-see-stars, legs-damn-near-locking type shit.

"You awake now?" Dewayne smirks, glancing up at me with eyes full of heat, his lips shiny with my juices. A thick vein pulses at his temple, like he's working for my soul.

I nod, biting my lip, not saying a word—not that I could even form one.

His hands spread me apart slowly, thumbs parting my folds, and then—bam—he's on me again. Lips and tongue in tandem, moving like he's been studying me for years.

And it's not sloppy—it's precision. Flick. Lick. Suck. Swirl.

He licks me slow, then fast, then holds his tongue still just to drag his lips across my clit like he's painting a masterpiece.

"Oh my fuckin'—!" I throw my head back, arching so high off the bed my shoulder blades damn near lift.

Wayne slips one hand under the curve of my back, pressing me down to his mouth like he can't get enough—like he wants every ounce of me on his tongue.

Then he switches it up—slides his tongue inside, slow and deep. I feel it curl inside me and my thighs start trembling instantly. He pulls out, circles my clit, then dives back in.

"Dewayne!" I scream his name, my voice hitting octaves I didn't even know I could reach.

My stomach tightens. The orgasm builds in a rush, so fast it scares me.

He moans into my pussy and the vibrations push me over the edge.

"Oh fuuuck!" I shout, my entire body locking up as I cum hard. My thighs clamp around his head, back arched like a bow, chest heaving.

And this man—this demon in disguise—just keeps going. Slurping. Sucking. Tasting every last drop like it's the cure to all his problems.

When he finally lifts his head, lips glistening, face flushed, that same vein in his forehead throbbing...

He smirks, licking his lips. 

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