her hand. Sucking in a breath, he tried to keep himself under control as she ran her fingers up and down his shaft, dipping down to lightly scrape her nails against his sack. Her grin widened and her eyes sparkled as she mapped him out with her hands.
Such a gentle touch, exploring, curious. Where was the hellcat he’d fucked into submission shortly before?
She wrapped her hand around him in a firm grip and squeezed, sending colored stars shooting across his vision. She stroked once, a hard, bold pull that had him sucking air. Then she did it again, her sexy mouth curling up at the ends into a wicked, wicked smile.
Ah . There she was.
Quietly and insistently, she pushed against his shoulder. He liked the view where he was, but he finally gave in, pulling her with him. With those gorgeous breasts skimming his chest, she placed delicate kisses on his brow, his nose, his lips – damn, did she know how to kiss – before taking her tongue beneath his jaw. She scraped his neck with her teeth, not enough to hurt, but enough to let him know she meant business.
And then she kept going, working her way over his collarbone, pressing moist, hot kisses down over his pecs. A lick here, a scrape there. Each one sent a fresh sensation straight down between his legs.
Her gorgeous hair trailed over his skin, an erotic tickle as she worked her way steadily downward, breathing a few appreciative murmurs when she hit his abs. His cock, which should have been taking a well-deserved rest, reached upward in greeting.
“Well, hello there,” she said huskily. She licked her lips and smiled.
She wasn’t going to...
Oh, hell yes, she was. Her hand boldly wrapped around him a second before her mouth. Johnny hissed and fisted handfuls of her hair as she ravaged him.
He was totally okay with that.
When he roared out his release a short while later, he didn’t fail to notice her smug, triumphant grin. He pulled her up his body and tucked her securely against him. She wasn’t going anywhere. After they both had a chance to rest, it would be his turn to make her scream again...
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J ohnny awoke the next morning feeling warm, happy, and oddly content. His arms were full of soft, fragrant woman. Draped across half of his body, she blew moist hot breath across his collarbone in even, rhythmic bursts.
Careful not to wake her, he slowly opened one eye, and tilted his head. Flowing waves of dark red silk covered his chest, his neck, and at least one arm. Ah, yes. His little hellcat. The one who made him burn in searing flames and soothed his soul while he soared through space with intense pleasure. He’d half expected to wake up alone, tangled in the sheets, having to admit it had been one hell of an erotic wet dream.
But it wasn’t. She was real, and she’d given him one hell of a night. It was exactly what he’d needed. All of that angst he’d been feeling was gone, leaving him feeling a lot like his old self.
Only better.
Awake for barely minute and his dick was already hard and throbbing. She’d proven to be a generous, passionate partner, as eager to give pleasure as she was to receive it. His breath caught when he felt her hand stroking him in her sleep, as if his cock was a favorite pet. The thought made his lips quirk. Good boy. Up boy. Beg. Oh yeah, she had the power to make him heel, no doubt about it.
As if she could sense his awareness, she moaned softly, shifting against him. She might just as well have screamed “Fuck me” into his ear for the effect that little sound had on his body. His muscles tightened while the familiar ache settled into his balls. Remembering how much he’d come the night before, he wondered how that was even possible.
He was no refined gentleman by any means, but something about this woman made him want to go total caveman. She sighed again, her hand flexing around his dick, and it was an effort not to flip her over and pound into her again and again until she was
Such a gentle touch, exploring, curious. Where was the hellcat he’d fucked into submission shortly before?
She wrapped her hand around him in a firm grip and squeezed, sending colored stars shooting across his vision. She stroked once, a hard, bold pull that had him sucking air. Then she did it again, her sexy mouth curling up at the ends into a wicked, wicked smile.
Ah . There she was.
Quietly and insistently, she pushed against his shoulder. He liked the view where he was, but he finally gave in, pulling her with him. With those gorgeous breasts skimming his chest, she placed delicate kisses on his brow, his nose, his lips – damn, did she know how to kiss – before taking her tongue beneath his jaw. She scraped his neck with her teeth, not enough to hurt, but enough to let him know she meant business.
And then she kept going, working her way over his collarbone, pressing moist, hot kisses down over his pecs. A lick here, a scrape there. Each one sent a fresh sensation straight down between his legs.
Her gorgeous hair trailed over his skin, an erotic tickle as she worked her way steadily downward, breathing a few appreciative murmurs when she hit his abs. His cock, which should have been taking a well-deserved rest, reached upward in greeting.
“Well, hello there,” she said huskily. She licked her lips and smiled.
She wasn’t going to...
Oh, hell yes, she was. Her hand boldly wrapped around him a second before her mouth. Johnny hissed and fisted handfuls of her hair as she ravaged him.
He was totally okay with that.
When he roared out his release a short while later, he didn’t fail to notice her smug, triumphant grin. He pulled her up his body and tucked her securely against him. She wasn’t going anywhere. After they both had a chance to rest, it would be his turn to make her scream again...
––––––––
J ohnny awoke the next morning feeling warm, happy, and oddly content. His arms were full of soft, fragrant woman. Draped across half of his body, she blew moist hot breath across his collarbone in even, rhythmic bursts.
Careful not to wake her, he slowly opened one eye, and tilted his head. Flowing waves of dark red silk covered his chest, his neck, and at least one arm. Ah, yes. His little hellcat. The one who made him burn in searing flames and soothed his soul while he soared through space with intense pleasure. He’d half expected to wake up alone, tangled in the sheets, having to admit it had been one hell of an erotic wet dream.
But it wasn’t. She was real, and she’d given him one hell of a night. It was exactly what he’d needed. All of that angst he’d been feeling was gone, leaving him feeling a lot like his old self.
Only better.
Awake for barely minute and his dick was already hard and throbbing. She’d proven to be a generous, passionate partner, as eager to give pleasure as she was to receive it. His breath caught when he felt her hand stroking him in her sleep, as if his cock was a favorite pet. The thought made his lips quirk. Good boy. Up boy. Beg. Oh yeah, she had the power to make him heel, no doubt about it.
As if she could sense his awareness, she moaned softly, shifting against him. She might just as well have screamed “Fuck me” into his ear for the effect that little sound had on his body. His muscles tightened while the familiar ache settled into his balls. Remembering how much he’d come the night before, he wondered how that was even possible.
He was no refined gentleman by any means, but something about this woman made him want to go total caveman. She sighed again, her hand flexing around his dick, and it was an effort not to flip her over and pound into her again and again until she was
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