His Taste of Temptation: In the Line of Duty, Book 3 by Cathryn Fox

sound—as she ground her honeyed pussy against his mouth. He found her clit and pulled it between his teeth. His body spasmed, pre-come dripping from his slit as the need to taste her cream, to have her to come on his face, in his mouth, drove him on.
    He pushed another finger inside her and she clawed at the sheets. Her hips came off the bed, her pussy growing slicker with each stroke. His head began reeling, his entire being intoxicated by her taste, the erotic sight of her naked body trapped beneath him.
    He pumped harder, his mouth pressing hungrily. He swiped his tongue over her clit, pushing her closer and closer to the precipice, but never allowing her to tumble over. Lacking any sort of inhibition, she ground against his face, writhing and moaning and taking what she needed.
    “Please,” she begged, her pretty pink tongue snaking out to dampen her lips.
    At the frustration, the need he heard in her voice, he decided to give her what her body was craving. He switched tactics and amped up the pressure, and a second later he could feel her desire mounting, her body reaching the point of no return.
    “Oh God,” she cried out, her walls clenching hard around his fingers as she gave herself over to the pleasure.
    His dry throat cracked but as she came for him, he quickly rehydrated himself with her cream, licking and savoring every last drop. As her sweet taste teased his senses, hunger consumed him, and the need to fuck her and fuck her hard, was the only thought clanging around in his lust-rattled head. He tore off his briefs and climbed back up her body. He buried his face in her neck and in one quick thrust he entered her, pushing himself in balls deep.
    Sweet fuck!
    As her heat closed around him—torturing the living hell out of him—he moved urgently over her body, unable to slow himself down, unable to assuage the need inside him. His blood rushed, every sensation so intense. So fucking intense.
    Less than a gentleman in this dream, he fucked her like a goddamn rutting animal. Her nails scraped his back and his body burned hot, pleasure like he’d never before experienced swamping him. His brain buzzed and his cock throbbed, but he didn’t want to come just yet. Not just yet.
    She moaned as he pulled his rock hard cock all the way out of her hot pussy and slid off the mattress. Far from done with her, he grabbed her ankles and her groan of displeasure turned into a moan of pleasure as he flipped her over. He shoved a pillow underneath her hip, raising her curvaceous ass in the air.
    Ah Jesus…
    She was perfect. So fucking perfect.
    The sexy silhouette of her body waiting for his cock, her hot little ass begging for a spanking, had his muscles bunching. He climbed back onto the bed and grunted as he impaled her with one hard thrust. She clawed at the sheets, her tight muscles clenching, the erotic pulse a sure sign that she was coming for him again. Longing ripped through him as her liquid desire dripped over his shaft and trickled down his leg in mind fucking ways.
    His body shook violently. Heat blasted through him, and he felt like he was caught in a grenade fire as sparks exploded before his eyes and rocked the ground beneath him.
    Christ, this might not be real but never had he felt so alive. Lacking any sort of gentleness, he roughly ran unsteady hands over her ass, his adrenaline spiking as he grunted and rode her with abandonment. Her pussy muscles gripped his dick as he rammed her, the pressure brewing between his legs damn near rendering him senseless.
    As he floated on some level between sleep and awake, he knew this was the hottest, craziest fucking sex he’d ever had, and nothing…nothing…in reality had ever felt this good.
    He slammed with such a force he was sure they were going to break the bed, but he needed, oh Christ how he needed. His breath came in ragged bursts, and his whole body trembled. Never had he felt so crazed, frantic with the need to fuck. He bit the inside of his cheek and