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how it had been between them when they’d been together. It was the only way she could think of to keep him away from Cheri Blakely.
Her breath hitched in her throat as he grabbed her by her arm and helped her up.
“On your knees, sweetheart.” Pleading gripped his voice.
Sexual tension rippled through her pussy at his command and she sank to her knees onto the warm, plush velvety carpet. Her mouth watered yet again at the sight of the dark silk arrow of hair aiming down to a thick thatch cradling two swollen spheres and his long, thick cock, which was only inches from her mouth. The angry purple mushroom-shaped head pulsed, a drop of pre-come appeared in the slit. She could smell him. Hot, fresh male ready to be devoured. Heart hammering wildly in her ears, she parted her lips and, with the tip of her tongue, gave the tip of his smooth, fat head a long luxurious swipe, sucking the salty dot into her mouth.
Delicious. Absolutely delicious.
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His cock twitched. He groaned. Her nipples tingled in response.
“Bend your knees a little,” she whispered. He did as she asked and she sat up on her knees where she leisurely brushed one nipple and then the other one against his hot cock head, gasping at the pleasure sparks the gentle friction created. She watched as her bound, aching nipples grew even longer, harder, and the intricate web of veins in his shaft pulsed thicker, became engorged as she continued her seductive touches. Then she nudged her breasts away and leaned her mouth closer, placing gentle kisses here and there, relishing his increasingly louder groans. When she reached his thick root, his hand fell away and she took one swollen, scratched, velvety-hard ball into her mouth, sucking gently, tenderly at the scratches with her tongue. He sighed his thanks and moaned with her every ministration. When she was finished sucking and soothing both his balls she let him go, kissing her way back up along the pulsing, hot length to find another bead of pre-come waiting for her.
“God, woman, you are the starry-eyed devil herself,” he whispered harshly as he placed his hand back on the root of his cock and aimed it toward her open mouth. His words warmed her. The instant his silky, hard flesh touched her lips she could feel his tense need, the coiled desire in his cock.
From then on her instincts and pleasuring experience took over. Opening her mouth, she allowed his silky, hard cock to come inside. For a split second she thought of escape, of sinking her teeth into his thick, juicy flesh, of hurting him as she’d been hurt by him.
That thought disintegrated as he said her name again, this time in an almost painful moan. As if his heart were being twisted, broken in the same way hers had been shattered.
He said her name again. This time a plea for her to continue. She hadn’t even realized she’d stopped. She pulled her head back, allowed his erection to slide almost all the way from her mouth before she pulled her head forward again, allowing him to sink back into her mouth all the way to the back of her throat. Instantly she felt the rapid pulse of his cock and began a steady rhythm that matched it. Strangled moans ripped from him as she bobbed, allowing her tongue to caress the length of him, sucking her cheeks inward to fashion the same wet tightness of a woman’s channel.
His breaths grew ragged. The groans higher. His hips bucked against her in a frenzy. His cock grew tighter and suddenly he cried her name once again in warning and she smiled at the warm gush of salty stream sliding down her throat. Greedily she accepted his liquid, her mind bringing her slowly back to the other times she’d done this to him. Times filled with passion.
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A sharp, hot, tingling arousal knotted deep inside her belly. It spread outward, slid into her pussy as she remembered the tender way he’d touched her, had made love to her during those long, hot nights in the general’s palace.
Her breath hitched in her throat as he grabbed her by her arm and helped her up.
“On your knees, sweetheart.” Pleading gripped his voice.
Sexual tension rippled through her pussy at his command and she sank to her knees onto the warm, plush velvety carpet. Her mouth watered yet again at the sight of the dark silk arrow of hair aiming down to a thick thatch cradling two swollen spheres and his long, thick cock, which was only inches from her mouth. The angry purple mushroom-shaped head pulsed, a drop of pre-come appeared in the slit. She could smell him. Hot, fresh male ready to be devoured. Heart hammering wildly in her ears, she parted her lips and, with the tip of her tongue, gave the tip of his smooth, fat head a long luxurious swipe, sucking the salty dot into her mouth.
Delicious. Absolutely delicious.
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His cock twitched. He groaned. Her nipples tingled in response.
“Bend your knees a little,” she whispered. He did as she asked and she sat up on her knees where she leisurely brushed one nipple and then the other one against his hot cock head, gasping at the pleasure sparks the gentle friction created. She watched as her bound, aching nipples grew even longer, harder, and the intricate web of veins in his shaft pulsed thicker, became engorged as she continued her seductive touches. Then she nudged her breasts away and leaned her mouth closer, placing gentle kisses here and there, relishing his increasingly louder groans. When she reached his thick root, his hand fell away and she took one swollen, scratched, velvety-hard ball into her mouth, sucking gently, tenderly at the scratches with her tongue. He sighed his thanks and moaned with her every ministration. When she was finished sucking and soothing both his balls she let him go, kissing her way back up along the pulsing, hot length to find another bead of pre-come waiting for her.
“God, woman, you are the starry-eyed devil herself,” he whispered harshly as he placed his hand back on the root of his cock and aimed it toward her open mouth. His words warmed her. The instant his silky, hard flesh touched her lips she could feel his tense need, the coiled desire in his cock.
From then on her instincts and pleasuring experience took over. Opening her mouth, she allowed his silky, hard cock to come inside. For a split second she thought of escape, of sinking her teeth into his thick, juicy flesh, of hurting him as she’d been hurt by him.
That thought disintegrated as he said her name again, this time in an almost painful moan. As if his heart were being twisted, broken in the same way hers had been shattered.
He said her name again. This time a plea for her to continue. She hadn’t even realized she’d stopped. She pulled her head back, allowed his erection to slide almost all the way from her mouth before she pulled her head forward again, allowing him to sink back into her mouth all the way to the back of her throat. Instantly she felt the rapid pulse of his cock and began a steady rhythm that matched it. Strangled moans ripped from him as she bobbed, allowing her tongue to caress the length of him, sucking her cheeks inward to fashion the same wet tightness of a woman’s channel.
His breaths grew ragged. The groans higher. His hips bucked against her in a frenzy. His cock grew tighter and suddenly he cried her name once again in warning and she smiled at the warm gush of salty stream sliding down her throat. Greedily she accepted his liquid, her mind bringing her slowly back to the other times she’d done this to him. Times filled with passion.
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A sharp, hot, tingling arousal knotted deep inside her belly. It spread outward, slid into her pussy as she remembered the tender way he’d touched her, had made love to her during those long, hot nights in the general’s palace.
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