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craving for him.
    “Jesus, you’re wet.” His gaze faltered, his eyes almost rolling back in exultation.
    I only nodded, waiting for his now warm finger to enter me, aching for the feel of his long, strong hand coaxing waves of pleasure from me. He didn’t make me wait long. Returning his steady gaze to mine, he drew his finger over my bulging clitoris, sending delicious shivers through me, curling my climax closer. He stroked down the length of my apex’s valley, allowing his other fingers to gently graze my most ticklish spots. I throbbed. He traced a circle that wound in closer, deeper, ever so slightly more into me until I could feel his rough knuckle pressing down.
    I gasped, raising my leg to allow better access. He took it and stroked in and out of my wet, hungry pussy with enthusiasm. A wicked grin curved his mouth. God, he was devastatingly sexy.
“You like this, baby?” he said and I simultaneously loathed and loved the endearment.
I nodded, fighting to keep my eyes open and staring back into his.
“Am I going too fast?” he asked, sincere concern in his eyes and his voice.
    “I barely know you,” I said, breathless, nearly oblivious. His hands were magical and I was going to cum if he didn’t stop. But I wouldn’t tell him not to stop. I couldn’t.
    “But, you like me?”
    Who cared? Oh, yeah. I did. Love. Not just sex. Sex would not be enough. I needed both, as a woman and as the sex-addicted, cursed succubus I’d become. He paused. His hand went a little limp and moved away. I grabbed it before he could, shaking my head. “It just feels so good,” I said, hoping he would understand the struggle I was dealing with. “Do we like each other, maybe?”
    “Definitely,” he said and his mouth was on mine again, kissing me in such a way that spoke his limited control over his desire for me.
    I broke away. “I’m not a one-night stand kind of girl. I want you badly, but I can’t just…”
    “Neither am I. I know, I know. Never trust a stiff prick, right?”
    Speaking of stiff, I couldn’t resist reaching to the outline pressing against his jeans and feeling the length, grabbing the outline. Oh, my. He was endowed, to say the least. How would I ever get a man this hot, a man that I craved this much, to ever love me? Not by being easy. I had to stop. I had to play the game.
    I kept my gaze coy and daring. He pushed his finger back into me, slipping in a second. And every soft, slow stroke, every gentle kiss on my trembling lips, awakened my craving more fully. I fumbled the top button of his fly open, my hands shaking in eagerness.
    An eruption of noise startled me back to reality. A rowdy group leaving the club walked past the shallow alley. Justin moved, blocking the view of his hand up my skirt, but not a single passerby glanced our way. We must’ve been deeper in shadows than I thought. Or maybe I owed a thank you card to dollar shots night.
    They were gone and his finger drove into me again, making me moan from the shockwaves of pleasure in my pussy. My aching need and wakened craving coiled tighter. I had to cum. I needed to cum. I realized, no matter how much it risked that I’d never see this man again, my body and my curse didn’t care. Justin’s touch fed me and while the nourishment wouldn’t last, I wanted to binge on this pleasure for all it was worth.
    Admitting as much pushed me past the point of return. I couldn’t stop. Deep, primal need took over. His finger twirled and stroked. In and out of my slippery heat. Wet noise filled the air, mingling with my bated breathing and soft whimpers. I freed his cock and gripped the hard, thick length with both hands. God, he was glorious. The tip bulged. I could feel him throb in my careful grip. I wanted his cock in my mouth, in my aching pussy. But his fingers were magic and I couldn’t stop him. He pressed the heel of his palm against my clit.
    “You’re going to make me cum,” he said, groaning. But his eyes held to