Demanding Satisfaction [Bride Train 9] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

Demanding Satisfaction [Bride Train 9] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Reece Butler

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and her nostrils flared. She swallowed, then licked her lips. She didn’t close them. Her breasts moved as she panted. She was more than ready for this. He’d been waiting to taste such an eager, aroused woman, one with little experience yet chose to be with him. He’d open her up and show her how a caring man could first arouse her passion beyond anything she’d thought possible, and then satisfy her. Again and again.
    He felt around and between her silky folds with the tip of his tongue. She tasted of sweet musk. A scent of something, perhaps ginger and cinnamon, lingered on her skin from her baking. She made a sound in the back of her throat, tilted her head back, and closed her eyes. The tension he’d felt in her thighs relaxed. A groan escaped from deep inside his soul. This amazing, confident, beautiful woman wanted him. She trusted him enough to find pleasure in his most intimate kisses. That trust and the gasps that followed his tongue’s exploration filled his heart.
    Sam took his time, exploring rather than invading. At first he slowly moved his tongue back and forth across her lips, dipping between each. When she started squirming, he moved up to her clitoris. He fluttered it with his tongue, the tip of one meeting the top of the other. She grabbed his hair with both hands, holding him in place.
    He lifted his head as far as her grip would allow. The curves of her body beckoned, lush and inviting. Eyes closed, she licked her plump lips, dry from panting.
    “You want me to stop?”
    Her eyes snapped open. She curled her lip. Her fingers tightened, jerking on his hair and causing a sharp jolt of pain. By the time he realized it, his cock had turned it into a stab of intense pleasure. Was this what a fully aroused woman would feel when a man spanked her?
    “If you stop, I swear I’ll kill you.”
    He chuckled at her declaration of violence, listening to her intent rather than her words. He touched her clit with his tongue, just a quick reminder. He slid his index fingers in the hollow of her pussy lips, one on each side. Her fingers finally released their death grip when he followed up with more tongue on the rising bud of her clit.
    Pulling back to catch his breath, he probed her gently with one finger. She took him easily. When she tightened around it, he hesitated for a moment, then continued. He could imagine her clutching his cock like that. He added a second finger. She was tight, but very wet. Keeping his fingers pulsing, he began flicking his tongue across the tip of her clit. She pressed herself into his mouth. He curled his fingers forward inside her. She gasped, still for a moment while he kept his fingers and lips busy, and then moaned. Using his other hand, he dipped a finger into her juices. He made small circles past her pussy to her ass.
    Her chest was flushed, almost as if she was scalded. She flipped her head back and forth as his fingers kept moving. She was close enough for him to finish. He pulled on the hood of her clit with his lips. She shivered. He did it again, only harder. She groaned and thrust against his hand. He pressed his wet finger into her ass, just to the first knuckle. She gasped, her muscles tightening around him.
    Once more he caught her clit, only this time he curled his fingers hard and inserted his finger into her ass to the second knuckle and twisted. She erupted, slapping her thighs tight against his ears. His mouth flooded with her juices. He worked his mouth and fingers, both in her pussy and ass, as she kept coming. When she finally slowed, her thighs released him. She sighed, boneless.
    He took his time, licking and sucking her clean. Enjoying both his own pleasure at her taste and reaction, and her sighs of contentment. She finally opened lazy eyes and looked down her body at him. He lifted his wet face, grinning widely.
    “Well, ma’am? Do I meet your standards?”
    She laughed at his pride and unrepentant attitude. “Now I know why those women put up with

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