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of his soul. Denying what he yearned for, and now, full circle, he’d torn down those walls and embraced all she offered. Which, in such a simple way, was acceptance of who he was.
If she could accept it, why not him?
Todd nuzzled her, pressing lips and then teeth against tender, sensitive flesh. Possession floated into his consciousness. He wanted her, had always wanted her, and this pussy, this precious gift, wasn’t something he planned to share. Or give up ever again.
He kept from laughing but only barely. She might be submissive sexually, but Erin Brown was one of the strongest willed individuals he’d ever known. It would be about proving to her that he was worth it, that he deserved her.
Stabbing his tongue deep into her gate, as deep as he could, he concentrated on making her feel good even as her taste rode him. Goddamn, the woman tasted right.
Her pleas, her whispered moans and entreaties brought him back to her clit, swollen and hard against his tongue as he pressed the flat of it against her, sliding it from side to side until she practically vibrated, just before she flew apart against his mouth.
Erin struggled for breath as Todd kissed the inside of each thigh where it met her body, back up her belly, over her breasts, and then his mouth was on her, claiming it as her taste hit her system.
He spoke through the kiss. “Suck my cock, Erin. You remember how I like it? Don’t make me come though. I want to fuck you too.”
Her eyes slowly opened until she stared right into his. His lips were glossy from the kiss, from her honey, and she leaned up, licking them. He groaned and she smiled, liking the power to turn him on.
Pushing him back against her bed, she scrambled atop him with a laugh. Soon enough her mouth found his frantic pulse, right at the base of his throat, and tasted it with an openmouthed kiss.
His fingers in her hair tightened and she shivered, loving that pleasure/pain. His chest was still hard, although she kissed over the scars. Several of them that must have been from the shooting he’d told her of earlier.
She could have lost him and not even known it. There’d been enough loss, damn it.
He yelped and then groaned as she nipped him just above his left nipple. Each flat nipple was so sensitive he writhed up as she licked over it and then traced it ’round and ’round with the tip of her tongue. And down further still, licking over his breastbone, down the center of his belly.
Erin loved that he had some hair. So many men had taken to “manscaping” that it was rare to find one with a hairy chest and belly. He wasn’t woolly , that would have been distasteful. No, he was just—she shivered—so masculine. Repeated sharp nips just below his belly button brought her to his cock. Right where she wanted to be.
“Damn, Erin. Looking at your back, with that gorgeous tat and your ass, I may not last.” If he looked close enough, he’d see her very own set of gunshot scars, which Brody had inked over and around to disguise.
Still, she smiled at the compliment before grabbing his cock firmly and swallowing it as deeply as she could. Sucking cock was sort of like riding a bike, she supposed as she breathed through her nose and kept her swallow reflex working so she wouldn’t gag.
He was warm and hard, so hard, and she remembered back to that first time when he’d been standing behind his couch and she’d totally caught him off guard.
She palmed his balls, pressing the pads of her fingers against the spot right behind them. He rewarded her with a surprised gasp. Even better when she slid her middle finger just a bit farther, circling it softly over the pucker of his ass. He made a deep, feral sort of sound and her pussy bloomed.
All the way down and back, slowly, she sucked him deep and then pulled up. Her grip at the base of his cock was firm, but her mouth was looser so she could tongue the length of him as she came up.
He’d buried his hands in her hair, holding it
If she could accept it, why not him?
Todd nuzzled her, pressing lips and then teeth against tender, sensitive flesh. Possession floated into his consciousness. He wanted her, had always wanted her, and this pussy, this precious gift, wasn’t something he planned to share. Or give up ever again.
He kept from laughing but only barely. She might be submissive sexually, but Erin Brown was one of the strongest willed individuals he’d ever known. It would be about proving to her that he was worth it, that he deserved her.
Stabbing his tongue deep into her gate, as deep as he could, he concentrated on making her feel good even as her taste rode him. Goddamn, the woman tasted right.
Her pleas, her whispered moans and entreaties brought him back to her clit, swollen and hard against his tongue as he pressed the flat of it against her, sliding it from side to side until she practically vibrated, just before she flew apart against his mouth.
Erin struggled for breath as Todd kissed the inside of each thigh where it met her body, back up her belly, over her breasts, and then his mouth was on her, claiming it as her taste hit her system.
He spoke through the kiss. “Suck my cock, Erin. You remember how I like it? Don’t make me come though. I want to fuck you too.”
Her eyes slowly opened until she stared right into his. His lips were glossy from the kiss, from her honey, and she leaned up, licking them. He groaned and she smiled, liking the power to turn him on.
Pushing him back against her bed, she scrambled atop him with a laugh. Soon enough her mouth found his frantic pulse, right at the base of his throat, and tasted it with an openmouthed kiss.
His fingers in her hair tightened and she shivered, loving that pleasure/pain. His chest was still hard, although she kissed over the scars. Several of them that must have been from the shooting he’d told her of earlier.
She could have lost him and not even known it. There’d been enough loss, damn it.
He yelped and then groaned as she nipped him just above his left nipple. Each flat nipple was so sensitive he writhed up as she licked over it and then traced it ’round and ’round with the tip of her tongue. And down further still, licking over his breastbone, down the center of his belly.
Erin loved that he had some hair. So many men had taken to “manscaping” that it was rare to find one with a hairy chest and belly. He wasn’t woolly , that would have been distasteful. No, he was just—she shivered—so masculine. Repeated sharp nips just below his belly button brought her to his cock. Right where she wanted to be.
“Damn, Erin. Looking at your back, with that gorgeous tat and your ass, I may not last.” If he looked close enough, he’d see her very own set of gunshot scars, which Brody had inked over and around to disguise.
Still, she smiled at the compliment before grabbing his cock firmly and swallowing it as deeply as she could. Sucking cock was sort of like riding a bike, she supposed as she breathed through her nose and kept her swallow reflex working so she wouldn’t gag.
He was warm and hard, so hard, and she remembered back to that first time when he’d been standing behind his couch and she’d totally caught him off guard.
She palmed his balls, pressing the pads of her fingers against the spot right behind them. He rewarded her with a surprised gasp. Even better when she slid her middle finger just a bit farther, circling it softly over the pucker of his ass. He made a deep, feral sort of sound and her pussy bloomed.
All the way down and back, slowly, she sucked him deep and then pulled up. Her grip at the base of his cock was firm, but her mouth was looser so she could tongue the length of him as she came up.
He’d buried his hands in her hair, holding it
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