and
back, in and out, mimicking sex, winding her up so tight until she was rubbing her pussy against his hand
while clutching his hair. More . . . she had to have more.
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Finally he tore his mouth from hers and pulled his T-shirt over his head. He didn’t give her a chance to
look at him, but moved downward, nipping at her breast and belly. He had her panties pulled off and
thrown aside in a flash, leaving Jenna exposed.
“You like this, Jenna?” he asked as he nuzzled her inner thigh. “You like a man’s mouth on you?”
“I . . . I . . .” She couldn’t talk, just kept panting in anticipation. “I don’t know.”
He made a strange choking sound, before she felt the warmth of his tongue trailing up her leg. “I promise
you, Jenna,” he said, looking up from the vee of her body, “you’re gonna lovemy mouth on you.”
And then he parted her wide and set his mouth to her, tasting her, drawing his tongue down and up
before pulling her clitoris between his lips.
She was burning with every lash of his tongue, combusting with the sight of Bryce’s beautiful dark head
between her thighs, his shoulders glistening in the glow of the candles, the strong muscles rolling over his
back and shoulders as his mouth moved teasingly along her pussy.
Before she knew what was happening she was shaking and crying out, and most definitely having a
meltdown of biblical proportions. And the whole time, Bryce watched her as his mouth kept working on
her, adding to the intimacy and the incredible pleasure of her orgasm.
As the world splintered, and her every thought began to shatter, Jenna realized that this was a birthday
dream come true. She only hoped that when she awoke, Bryce would really be there, and not her proud
and sturdy vibrator.
Sliding up her body with his sweat-slicked chest, Bryce reached for her hand. “Sit up, baby. I want to
see you.”
He sat back against the plush cushions and immediately unzipped the fly of his faded jeans. No briefs or
boxers, for Bryce—just commando. Jenna nearly died right there. How would she ever forget that first
glimpse of Bryce?
He was thick and long, the head of his penis glistening with precum. She licked her lips, suddenly wanting
to taste him, but he reached for her, surprising her with his strength and swiftness. She was not a willowy
little thing, and yet she found herself astride him with an ease that baffled her.
“That’s it, Jenna.” He cupped her breasts and brushed his thumbs along her sensitive nipples. “Sit right
down in front of me and let me see all of you.”
Instinctively she moved against him as she grabbed on to his muscled biceps. Her thumb brushed over
the tribal tattoo that curled around his arm and he moaned as she stroked him. His gaze suddenly left her
face and fixed on her hand. He watched the way she brushed her fingers along the muscle and black ink.
When his gaze finally landed back on her face, his eyes were dark with passion.
“Your hand looks so good on me. And fuck, it feels so good to be touched like that.”
Her legs went weak and suddenly her mound was rubbing on his cock. He hissed, gritting his teeth
before reaching for her bottom with one hand. With a firm grip, he pushed her down so her sex was
rubbing him more intimately.
While she found her rhythm, Bryce nuzzled the cleft of her breasts.
“That’s it, Jenna. Now put me inside you,” he commanded. “I want to watch you riding my cock.”
He threw his head back and watched her through the veil of his dark lashes. He was breathing hard, and
his chiseled six-pack quivered with his every breath. She saw the sheen of perspiration coating his skin,
saw a trickle of sweat run between his pecs. God, he was beautiful like this.
“C’mon, Jenna,” he pleaded as he ran his big palms up her thighs to her hips, where he held her tightly.
“Sit down on me and let me
back, in and out, mimicking sex, winding her up so tight until she was rubbing her pussy against his hand
while clutching his hair. More . . . she had to have more.
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Finally he tore his mouth from hers and pulled his T-shirt over his head. He didn’t give her a chance to
look at him, but moved downward, nipping at her breast and belly. He had her panties pulled off and
thrown aside in a flash, leaving Jenna exposed.
“You like this, Jenna?” he asked as he nuzzled her inner thigh. “You like a man’s mouth on you?”
“I . . . I . . .” She couldn’t talk, just kept panting in anticipation. “I don’t know.”
He made a strange choking sound, before she felt the warmth of his tongue trailing up her leg. “I promise
you, Jenna,” he said, looking up from the vee of her body, “you’re gonna lovemy mouth on you.”
And then he parted her wide and set his mouth to her, tasting her, drawing his tongue down and up
before pulling her clitoris between his lips.
She was burning with every lash of his tongue, combusting with the sight of Bryce’s beautiful dark head
between her thighs, his shoulders glistening in the glow of the candles, the strong muscles rolling over his
back and shoulders as his mouth moved teasingly along her pussy.
Before she knew what was happening she was shaking and crying out, and most definitely having a
meltdown of biblical proportions. And the whole time, Bryce watched her as his mouth kept working on
her, adding to the intimacy and the incredible pleasure of her orgasm.
As the world splintered, and her every thought began to shatter, Jenna realized that this was a birthday
dream come true. She only hoped that when she awoke, Bryce would really be there, and not her proud
and sturdy vibrator.
Sliding up her body with his sweat-slicked chest, Bryce reached for her hand. “Sit up, baby. I want to
see you.”
He sat back against the plush cushions and immediately unzipped the fly of his faded jeans. No briefs or
boxers, for Bryce—just commando. Jenna nearly died right there. How would she ever forget that first
glimpse of Bryce?
He was thick and long, the head of his penis glistening with precum. She licked her lips, suddenly wanting
to taste him, but he reached for her, surprising her with his strength and swiftness. She was not a willowy
little thing, and yet she found herself astride him with an ease that baffled her.
“That’s it, Jenna.” He cupped her breasts and brushed his thumbs along her sensitive nipples. “Sit right
down in front of me and let me see all of you.”
Instinctively she moved against him as she grabbed on to his muscled biceps. Her thumb brushed over
the tribal tattoo that curled around his arm and he moaned as she stroked him. His gaze suddenly left her
face and fixed on her hand. He watched the way she brushed her fingers along the muscle and black ink.
When his gaze finally landed back on her face, his eyes were dark with passion.
“Your hand looks so good on me. And fuck, it feels so good to be touched like that.”
Her legs went weak and suddenly her mound was rubbing on his cock. He hissed, gritting his teeth
before reaching for her bottom with one hand. With a firm grip, he pushed her down so her sex was
rubbing him more intimately.
While she found her rhythm, Bryce nuzzled the cleft of her breasts.
“That’s it, Jenna. Now put me inside you,” he commanded. “I want to watch you riding my cock.”
He threw his head back and watched her through the veil of his dark lashes. He was breathing hard, and
his chiseled six-pack quivered with his every breath. She saw the sheen of perspiration coating his skin,
saw a trickle of sweat run between his pecs. God, he was beautiful like this.
“C’mon, Jenna,” he pleaded as he ran his big palms up her thighs to her hips, where he held her tightly.
“Sit down on me and let me
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