tongue into her belly button and tormenting her.
“Dylan,” she warned, trying to throw him off. It was useless, like trying to crawl out from underneath steel. He had her pinned. At least her bottom half, his hands grasping her hips as he kissed her inner thighs, then teased her sex with his rough bearded chin.
“Yeah, babe. I know what you need.” He kissed her clit.
A feather touch, not at all what she needed. All it did was prime the pump, make her want more. She twined her fingers in his hair, trying to direct him to her pleasure spots. But the damned man wouldn’t budge. He looked up at her and smiled.
“You in some kind of hurry today?”
“Yes. I want to come. All over your tongue.”
His lips curled and he stuck out his tongue. “This tongue?” She couldn’t help it. She laughed. “No. Your other one, jackass.”
“Oh, you must mean this tongue, then.” He pressed it down on her clit. Warm, wet, he swirled it around her sex, licking her up as if she were the best ice-cream cone he’d ever tasted.
She melted, pouring over his tongue. He lapped her up and came back for more until she was writhing underneath him, mindless, her only driving thought to climax.
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She fisted the sheets and clenched her butt cheeks as she approached the edge of reason.
When he slid two fingers into her pussy and began to pump them inside her, she lost it.
“Oh God, Dylan, I’m going to come,” she cried, thrusting her hips against his mouth and his fingers as her orgasm tore through her. He latched onto her clit and sucked as she came, sliding one more finger into her pussy and fucking her cunt with a maddening rhythm that made the waves crest higher and higher until she sobbed out his name.
And still, he didn’t stop, licking her from her clit all the way to her ass, lifting her up so he could tease the tiny hole. He invaded her there with his tongue and mouth, wetting her beyond her own juices pouring down there.
What was he doing to her? She was going out of her mind and loving every minute of it. But she guessed his intent and a fire grew deep in her belly at the thought of having him embedded there, where she’d never let a man in before. Oh, she’d fucked herself in the ass with her toys, but she’d never been filled with a thick, hot cock. Her pussy quivered at the thought, anticipation wrenching her arousal a notch higher.
Dylan stood and dragged her to the edge of the bed.
“Fuck your pussy with your fingers,” he ordered, stroking his cock. “I want your ass.”
He pulled her legs up and braced them against his chest, his gaze focused between her legs as she skimmed her flesh with her fingers, teasing her already swollen clit.
“Yes, like that,” he whispered, draping her legs over his arms and spreading them apart. “You have lube?”
His voice was tight, barely restrained. She nodded and pointed to the bedside table.
He leaned over and grabbed the bottle, pouring the liquid onto his hand. He coated his cock, then her, positioning his shaft at her entrance. He inched forward, pushing past the tight barrier. The burning hurt.
“Rub that pussy for me, baby,” he said, leaning over her. “Make it feel good.” 53
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She focused on the sensations around her clit, and on his eyes, the darkness within them, the pleasure she saw in his face as he forced past the muscles in her ass. With careful, measured movements he inched his way inside, stopping with every push so she could grow accustomed to his invasion. He’d pull back, watch her caress her clit, let her feel the pleasure instead of the pain.
Even though it hurt, it felt good too, the mix of agony and delight easing the pain of his entry until there was nothing but the sensation of being filled, of having him thick and hot and buried inside her. She dipped her fingers into her pussy, where the thin membrane that separated one part from the other allowed her to feel him moving inside her.
“So
“Dylan,” she warned, trying to throw him off. It was useless, like trying to crawl out from underneath steel. He had her pinned. At least her bottom half, his hands grasping her hips as he kissed her inner thighs, then teased her sex with his rough bearded chin.
“Yeah, babe. I know what you need.” He kissed her clit.
A feather touch, not at all what she needed. All it did was prime the pump, make her want more. She twined her fingers in his hair, trying to direct him to her pleasure spots. But the damned man wouldn’t budge. He looked up at her and smiled.
“You in some kind of hurry today?”
“Yes. I want to come. All over your tongue.”
His lips curled and he stuck out his tongue. “This tongue?” She couldn’t help it. She laughed. “No. Your other one, jackass.”
“Oh, you must mean this tongue, then.” He pressed it down on her clit. Warm, wet, he swirled it around her sex, licking her up as if she were the best ice-cream cone he’d ever tasted.
She melted, pouring over his tongue. He lapped her up and came back for more until she was writhing underneath him, mindless, her only driving thought to climax.
52
Legend’s Passion
She fisted the sheets and clenched her butt cheeks as she approached the edge of reason.
When he slid two fingers into her pussy and began to pump them inside her, she lost it.
“Oh God, Dylan, I’m going to come,” she cried, thrusting her hips against his mouth and his fingers as her orgasm tore through her. He latched onto her clit and sucked as she came, sliding one more finger into her pussy and fucking her cunt with a maddening rhythm that made the waves crest higher and higher until she sobbed out his name.
And still, he didn’t stop, licking her from her clit all the way to her ass, lifting her up so he could tease the tiny hole. He invaded her there with his tongue and mouth, wetting her beyond her own juices pouring down there.
What was he doing to her? She was going out of her mind and loving every minute of it. But she guessed his intent and a fire grew deep in her belly at the thought of having him embedded there, where she’d never let a man in before. Oh, she’d fucked herself in the ass with her toys, but she’d never been filled with a thick, hot cock. Her pussy quivered at the thought, anticipation wrenching her arousal a notch higher.
Dylan stood and dragged her to the edge of the bed.
“Fuck your pussy with your fingers,” he ordered, stroking his cock. “I want your ass.”
He pulled her legs up and braced them against his chest, his gaze focused between her legs as she skimmed her flesh with her fingers, teasing her already swollen clit.
“Yes, like that,” he whispered, draping her legs over his arms and spreading them apart. “You have lube?”
His voice was tight, barely restrained. She nodded and pointed to the bedside table.
He leaned over and grabbed the bottle, pouring the liquid onto his hand. He coated his cock, then her, positioning his shaft at her entrance. He inched forward, pushing past the tight barrier. The burning hurt.
“Rub that pussy for me, baby,” he said, leaning over her. “Make it feel good.” 53
Jaci Burton
She focused on the sensations around her clit, and on his eyes, the darkness within them, the pleasure she saw in his face as he forced past the muscles in her ass. With careful, measured movements he inched his way inside, stopping with every push so she could grow accustomed to his invasion. He’d pull back, watch her caress her clit, let her feel the pleasure instead of the pain.
Even though it hurt, it felt good too, the mix of agony and delight easing the pain of his entry until there was nothing but the sensation of being filled, of having him thick and hot and buried inside her. She dipped her fingers into her pussy, where the thin membrane that separated one part from the other allowed her to feel him moving inside her.
“So
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