He must know what she felt like.
That just twenty-four hours from last night to now had made her feverish, made her
imagine all the ways he’d take her if she called him, made her still burn for more.
Something whirled around them, empowering them, their naked bodies magnetized by an
inexplicable force.
He seized her clit between his teeth and gently tugged, and she twisted as a barrage
of pleasure overtook her. He licked into her, not minding that he must taste like
himself mingled with her, and at the first firm push of his tongue into her channel,
she almost went over the edge again, shuddering in heat.
He leaned back to view her pussy as he fondled it with his fingers, his eyes burning
hot. Those same hot eyes coasted up her stomach to gaze at her breasts, the sheen
of sweat on her body, like he wanted to lick her up inch by inch.
Desire flared hotly inside her as she took in his figure again, the thatch of blond
curls from where his shaft rose, tall and proud. He looked marvelous, somehow bad
and wicked and powerful. She tensed in anticipation, a tingling rush spreading to
her toes when he parted her pussy with his thumbs and bent to lick her again.
She heard herself say his name as though she were out of her body, floating in bliss.
She rubbed her hands over his shoulders, feeling the heat and resilience of his flesh
against her fingers. Her nipples pushed high into the air, almost painfully jealous
of his tongue. Jealous of where his hands were, against the insides of her thighs.
Jealous of his tongue and the way he was using it to make love to her pussy.
She didn’t know how many licks he gave her, but every cell in her body felt the thrusts
of his tongue as it probed her, tasted her, fucked her. Her skin tightened in delicious
agony, her muscles clenching until she snapped and tossed her head, pumping beneath
him, sobbing in pleasure.
He growled to her in answer and lapped the juices flowing from her orgasm, and it
struck her with such force her legs swung closed and he urged them apart with his
shoulders as he penetrated her with his tongue, the pleasure absolute. Exquisite.
The second he added his fingers into her channel, she heard herself almost choke with
a bubbling sound that erupted from her chest, her breasts throbbing to be kissed and
caressed, too, and suddenly, she came again in his mouth.
After he pushed her through that unexpected orgasm, he came up to fiercely kiss her
mouth, making her eat all of her pleasure from him. “I’ve still got more for you,
Monica.”
She nodded in gratefulness and bit her lip to keep from moaning, was still shaking
with arousal. What was wrong with her? What was happening to her? She ached to feel
his erection in her body. In all the places he wanted to put it. She whimpered needily
as he tore open another condom packet, and as he sheathed himself, she noticed there
were still some more packets on the nightstand. Monica didn’t know how many he’d brought
but the thought that he’d been expecting to fuck her more than made her want to whimper
and beg him to use them all on her.
He rolled her onto her stomach and flattened her down on the bed, caressing the curves
of her buttocks, his voice thick with desire.
“There, that’s better,” he said into her ear from behind, the slide of his large hands
along her spine, her bottom, sending a new surge of arousal surging through her. “I
can hit your G-spot from here, and it’ll set you off like a rocket,” he murmured,
his voice rough and raw, completely alien to her. He teased the slit of her pussy
down between her slightly parted legs with his thumb, gently prodding it for wetness.
She fought to breathe and, although she was still flat on the bed, she slightly lifted
her buttocks, seeking his touch.
He seized her wrists and urged her hands up, forcing her fingers to curl around the
forged iron headboard. “Hold on here in case I
That just twenty-four hours from last night to now had made her feverish, made her
imagine all the ways he’d take her if she called him, made her still burn for more.
Something whirled around them, empowering them, their naked bodies magnetized by an
inexplicable force.
He seized her clit between his teeth and gently tugged, and she twisted as a barrage
of pleasure overtook her. He licked into her, not minding that he must taste like
himself mingled with her, and at the first firm push of his tongue into her channel,
she almost went over the edge again, shuddering in heat.
He leaned back to view her pussy as he fondled it with his fingers, his eyes burning
hot. Those same hot eyes coasted up her stomach to gaze at her breasts, the sheen
of sweat on her body, like he wanted to lick her up inch by inch.
Desire flared hotly inside her as she took in his figure again, the thatch of blond
curls from where his shaft rose, tall and proud. He looked marvelous, somehow bad
and wicked and powerful. She tensed in anticipation, a tingling rush spreading to
her toes when he parted her pussy with his thumbs and bent to lick her again.
She heard herself say his name as though she were out of her body, floating in bliss.
She rubbed her hands over his shoulders, feeling the heat and resilience of his flesh
against her fingers. Her nipples pushed high into the air, almost painfully jealous
of his tongue. Jealous of where his hands were, against the insides of her thighs.
Jealous of his tongue and the way he was using it to make love to her pussy.
She didn’t know how many licks he gave her, but every cell in her body felt the thrusts
of his tongue as it probed her, tasted her, fucked her. Her skin tightened in delicious
agony, her muscles clenching until she snapped and tossed her head, pumping beneath
him, sobbing in pleasure.
He growled to her in answer and lapped the juices flowing from her orgasm, and it
struck her with such force her legs swung closed and he urged them apart with his
shoulders as he penetrated her with his tongue, the pleasure absolute. Exquisite.
The second he added his fingers into her channel, she heard herself almost choke with
a bubbling sound that erupted from her chest, her breasts throbbing to be kissed and
caressed, too, and suddenly, she came again in his mouth.
After he pushed her through that unexpected orgasm, he came up to fiercely kiss her
mouth, making her eat all of her pleasure from him. “I’ve still got more for you,
Monica.”
She nodded in gratefulness and bit her lip to keep from moaning, was still shaking
with arousal. What was wrong with her? What was happening to her? She ached to feel
his erection in her body. In all the places he wanted to put it. She whimpered needily
as he tore open another condom packet, and as he sheathed himself, she noticed there
were still some more packets on the nightstand. Monica didn’t know how many he’d brought
but the thought that he’d been expecting to fuck her more than made her want to whimper
and beg him to use them all on her.
He rolled her onto her stomach and flattened her down on the bed, caressing the curves
of her buttocks, his voice thick with desire.
“There, that’s better,” he said into her ear from behind, the slide of his large hands
along her spine, her bottom, sending a new surge of arousal surging through her. “I
can hit your G-spot from here, and it’ll set you off like a rocket,” he murmured,
his voice rough and raw, completely alien to her. He teased the slit of her pussy
down between her slightly parted legs with his thumb, gently prodding it for wetness.
She fought to breathe and, although she was still flat on the bed, she slightly lifted
her buttocks, seeking his touch.
He seized her wrists and urged her hands up, forcing her fingers to curl around the
forged iron headboard. “Hold on here in case I
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