delineated as he slowly pulled his fingers free, and then he thrust again, shoving them deeper than before, and she clamped down on him so tightly this time that his breath hissed out between his teeth. “Keep your eyes on me,” he growled. Then he leaned forward, flicked his tongue out against her swollen clit, pulled his fingers free, and shoved in three.
A strangled cry broke from her throat, but she managed to keep her big gray eyes on his, staring down at him over the pale, smooth skin of her stomach, the silver hoop in her navel glinting in the soft light, while her short nails dug into his naked shoulders.
One hand held her open, his other pulling out from between her legs to clutch tightly against her hip, his fingers biting hard enough to bruise. His head went lower, and he gave her one long, delicious lick that started at her vulva and ended in the soft stroking of his tongue across her clit again. And still she managed to hold his dark-eyed stare. Then he drew the throbbing, swollen knot of her clit into his mouth, nibbled with his teeth, gave it a gentle suck, and her mind fractured, thoughts spiraling out of control.
“Damn…shit…oh damn it,” she gasped, panting, and the sound of her desperation sent him right over the edge. With a deep, feral growl, his eyes closed and his mouth opened completely over her drenched cunt, taking all of it. His fingers had slipped away only to be replaced by the rough stab of his tongue as his face pressed into her, going deep as if he would crawl right up inside.
He kept her spread wide, his fingers hard, his body shuddering from the sight and smell and taste of her. All his senses were in complete, utter, catastrophic breakdown—a meltdown into total oblivion. The tiny mouth of her cunt nestled in that soft, pussy-pink flesh was quivering, gasping for him, as rivulets of pearly, syrupy sweet juice began streaming from the tiny slit.
Fuck. How in the hell was he ever going to fit in there? He’d rip her or tear her, when he’d rather die than cause her pain—but then, he’d die if he didn’t get inside of her too. Shit, this was a nightmare and a friggin’ fantasy fuck all rolled into one. He felt so raw, stripped of skin and muscle until there was nothing but this aching need for her that speared straight into his bones. His breathing came so hard and fast, he couldn’t hear anything but his own violent whoosh of air; knew he wouldn’t hear her if she begged him to stop, and still he held her open, pressed wide, exposed and vulnerable and his to do with as he pleased.
So utterly…undeniably his.
“Do you have any idea what I want to do to you? How bad I want to fuck you? How much I want to cram myself into this sweet little cunt, packing it full until you’ve taken every damn inch of me? Do you, Shea?”
His answer came in a low, keening sound of need that ripped from her throat, and before him, just a fraction from his mouth, her cunt gushed with cream until the satiny juices were gleaming down the insides of her pale thighs, dripping back into the little valley between the rosy cheeks of her beautiful ass.
Oh, fuck it, he couldn’t take this. Before he could remember any of the things he knew about finesse and seduction and sex, his mouth was covering her again, his tongue shoved deep, spearing into that sweet hole, tongue-fucking her as if his very life depended on it. And damn it, maybe it did.
He was locked into her, ready to eat his way through, his mouth and tongue sucking and stroking, drinking her down his throat like fine wine. For the first time in his life, Ryan was locked into a woman’s pussy, not because of ego or sense of fair play, but because he’d go mad if he didn’t have her taste in his head. He wasn’t breathing now, wasn’t sure if his heart was even still beating, but he was eating her as if he couldn’t live without the taste of her in his mouth, drawing sustenance from this grasping slit.
His face pressed into her,
A strangled cry broke from her throat, but she managed to keep her big gray eyes on his, staring down at him over the pale, smooth skin of her stomach, the silver hoop in her navel glinting in the soft light, while her short nails dug into his naked shoulders.
One hand held her open, his other pulling out from between her legs to clutch tightly against her hip, his fingers biting hard enough to bruise. His head went lower, and he gave her one long, delicious lick that started at her vulva and ended in the soft stroking of his tongue across her clit again. And still she managed to hold his dark-eyed stare. Then he drew the throbbing, swollen knot of her clit into his mouth, nibbled with his teeth, gave it a gentle suck, and her mind fractured, thoughts spiraling out of control.
“Damn…shit…oh damn it,” she gasped, panting, and the sound of her desperation sent him right over the edge. With a deep, feral growl, his eyes closed and his mouth opened completely over her drenched cunt, taking all of it. His fingers had slipped away only to be replaced by the rough stab of his tongue as his face pressed into her, going deep as if he would crawl right up inside.
He kept her spread wide, his fingers hard, his body shuddering from the sight and smell and taste of her. All his senses were in complete, utter, catastrophic breakdown—a meltdown into total oblivion. The tiny mouth of her cunt nestled in that soft, pussy-pink flesh was quivering, gasping for him, as rivulets of pearly, syrupy sweet juice began streaming from the tiny slit.
Fuck. How in the hell was he ever going to fit in there? He’d rip her or tear her, when he’d rather die than cause her pain—but then, he’d die if he didn’t get inside of her too. Shit, this was a nightmare and a friggin’ fantasy fuck all rolled into one. He felt so raw, stripped of skin and muscle until there was nothing but this aching need for her that speared straight into his bones. His breathing came so hard and fast, he couldn’t hear anything but his own violent whoosh of air; knew he wouldn’t hear her if she begged him to stop, and still he held her open, pressed wide, exposed and vulnerable and his to do with as he pleased.
So utterly…undeniably his.
“Do you have any idea what I want to do to you? How bad I want to fuck you? How much I want to cram myself into this sweet little cunt, packing it full until you’ve taken every damn inch of me? Do you, Shea?”
His answer came in a low, keening sound of need that ripped from her throat, and before him, just a fraction from his mouth, her cunt gushed with cream until the satiny juices were gleaming down the insides of her pale thighs, dripping back into the little valley between the rosy cheeks of her beautiful ass.
Oh, fuck it, he couldn’t take this. Before he could remember any of the things he knew about finesse and seduction and sex, his mouth was covering her again, his tongue shoved deep, spearing into that sweet hole, tongue-fucking her as if his very life depended on it. And damn it, maybe it did.
He was locked into her, ready to eat his way through, his mouth and tongue sucking and stroking, drinking her down his throat like fine wine. For the first time in his life, Ryan was locked into a woman’s pussy, not because of ego or sense of fair play, but because he’d go mad if he didn’t have her taste in his head. He wasn’t breathing now, wasn’t sure if his heart was even still beating, but he was eating her as if he couldn’t live without the taste of her in his mouth, drawing sustenance from this grasping slit.
His face pressed into her,
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