and made her so sexually hungry. She wanted him to rip
off her clothes and fuck her until she lost her mind, to bury himself so deeply
in her body that she couldn’t tell where she began and he ended.
A warning buzzer sounded in her mind.
Easy, girl. This is your show. Don’t lose control.
Ha ha. Easier said than done.
When neither of them could breathe any more Alex lifted his
head.
“I think we should take this into the bedroom.” His voice
was thick with desire. Gravelly.
“Sounds good to me.” Her own voice sounded strange.
He lifted her in his arms, pausing while she kicked off her
shoes, then carried her up the wide staircase to the master suite. Later she’d
take careful note of the details. Now she only noticed he flicked a switch with
his elbow that lit a lamp beside the bed, yanked the covers back and gently sat
her on the edge. Kneeling before her, he reached beneath her short skirt and
gently rolled her pantyhose down her legs.
“I always thought removing a woman’s pantyhose was sexy,” he
told her as he worked the flimsy material over her feet and dropped it on the floor.
Now I’m sure of it.”
Her breath caught as he reached beneath the dress again and
did the same thing with her thong, a scrap of navy satin. He held it to his
nose and inhaled her essence before rubbing the material across his face.
“Mmm,” he hummed. “Wet. You’re soaked, Livy. I love it. You
scent is so sweet. I can’t wait to taste you.”
He ran his hands up and down her legs, first on the top then
underneath, pausing to dance his fingers over that sensitive area behind her
knees. He skimmed her skin like a faint summer breeze, barely touching yet she
knew he could feel the heat rising from her. Those same clever fingers danced
lightly over the lips of her pussy, hardly slipping into the folds before
retreating, leaving her hungry for more of his touch.
Hiking her skirt to her waist, he pushed her back so she had
to lean on her hands for support. Then, lifting her legs one at a time he
placed them on his shoulders and lowered his head between her thighs. At the
first lash of his tongue along her wet slit her entire body reacted, sizzling
as if lightning had zapped her clit. She wanted to beg him to do it again,
completely forgetting that she’d made up her mind to be in control of the
situation.
He blew a warm breath on the lips of her cunt then slid his
tongue her length again. With the tip of it he circled her now-throbbing clit,
first brushing the tip then probing lightly beneath its protective hood. She
tried to lift her hips to him but his strong fingers held her firmly in place,
so she closed her eyes and let the charged feeling wash through her.
Gone was the businesswoman, the high-powered executive who
was in control of every minute. With his clever hands and erotic touch and
softly murmured words he was turning her into a whimpering, needy woman to do
anything and everything with her.
The walls of her cunt spasmed, hungry to feel his touch, his
fingers, his cock. But Alex McMann was like a man on a mission, relentless in
his teasing. He licked, he teased, he nibbled, finally stiffening his tongue
and sliding it into her waiting tunnel. Her inner muscle clamped around his
tongue, the friction sent hot thrills through the rest of her body. She tried
to ride his tongue, to move back and forth but he was relentless, holding her
firm, giving her only what he chose to give her.
Her climax ripped her through her like a summer storm,
shaking her, invading her bloodstream and her nerves. She pulsed over and over
again, her body pulling in his tongue as if she’d never let it go. And maybe
she didn’t want to. But eventually he slipped it out, licking the wet flesh of
her labia, flicking over her clit and sucking it into his mouth.
She wanted to fall back on the bed, let her breathing even
out even as heat rose within her again. But Alex seemed to have his own plan of
action. He held her upright while he
off her clothes and fuck her until she lost her mind, to bury himself so deeply
in her body that she couldn’t tell where she began and he ended.
A warning buzzer sounded in her mind.
Easy, girl. This is your show. Don’t lose control.
Ha ha. Easier said than done.
When neither of them could breathe any more Alex lifted his
head.
“I think we should take this into the bedroom.” His voice
was thick with desire. Gravelly.
“Sounds good to me.” Her own voice sounded strange.
He lifted her in his arms, pausing while she kicked off her
shoes, then carried her up the wide staircase to the master suite. Later she’d
take careful note of the details. Now she only noticed he flicked a switch with
his elbow that lit a lamp beside the bed, yanked the covers back and gently sat
her on the edge. Kneeling before her, he reached beneath her short skirt and
gently rolled her pantyhose down her legs.
“I always thought removing a woman’s pantyhose was sexy,” he
told her as he worked the flimsy material over her feet and dropped it on the floor.
Now I’m sure of it.”
Her breath caught as he reached beneath the dress again and
did the same thing with her thong, a scrap of navy satin. He held it to his
nose and inhaled her essence before rubbing the material across his face.
“Mmm,” he hummed. “Wet. You’re soaked, Livy. I love it. You
scent is so sweet. I can’t wait to taste you.”
He ran his hands up and down her legs, first on the top then
underneath, pausing to dance his fingers over that sensitive area behind her
knees. He skimmed her skin like a faint summer breeze, barely touching yet she
knew he could feel the heat rising from her. Those same clever fingers danced
lightly over the lips of her pussy, hardly slipping into the folds before
retreating, leaving her hungry for more of his touch.
Hiking her skirt to her waist, he pushed her back so she had
to lean on her hands for support. Then, lifting her legs one at a time he
placed them on his shoulders and lowered his head between her thighs. At the
first lash of his tongue along her wet slit her entire body reacted, sizzling
as if lightning had zapped her clit. She wanted to beg him to do it again,
completely forgetting that she’d made up her mind to be in control of the
situation.
He blew a warm breath on the lips of her cunt then slid his
tongue her length again. With the tip of it he circled her now-throbbing clit,
first brushing the tip then probing lightly beneath its protective hood. She
tried to lift her hips to him but his strong fingers held her firmly in place,
so she closed her eyes and let the charged feeling wash through her.
Gone was the businesswoman, the high-powered executive who
was in control of every minute. With his clever hands and erotic touch and
softly murmured words he was turning her into a whimpering, needy woman to do
anything and everything with her.
The walls of her cunt spasmed, hungry to feel his touch, his
fingers, his cock. But Alex McMann was like a man on a mission, relentless in
his teasing. He licked, he teased, he nibbled, finally stiffening his tongue
and sliding it into her waiting tunnel. Her inner muscle clamped around his
tongue, the friction sent hot thrills through the rest of her body. She tried
to ride his tongue, to move back and forth but he was relentless, holding her
firm, giving her only what he chose to give her.
Her climax ripped her through her like a summer storm,
shaking her, invading her bloodstream and her nerves. She pulsed over and over
again, her body pulling in his tongue as if she’d never let it go. And maybe
she didn’t want to. But eventually he slipped it out, licking the wet flesh of
her labia, flicking over her clit and sucking it into his mouth.
She wanted to fall back on the bed, let her breathing even
out even as heat rose within her again. But Alex seemed to have his own plan of
action. He held her upright while he
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