most amazing tongue and he knew how to use it. She missed his taste—that flavor that was uniquely his. One could live on this man’s kisses alone. His kisses switched from tender to dominant.
“I’m going to defile you, cara,” he whispered against her lips.
His words left her panting and trembling with an uncontrollable hunger that only he could evoke in her.
“Tell me you want it,” he urged as he held her tight, making her feel his steely length against her stomach.
She whimpered.
“Say it, cara . Tell me you still want me and I’ll pound inside you so deep, you’ll feel me for a week.”
A bolt of exquisite, wicked pleasure coursed though her, turning her brain into mindless goo. Her body was all primed for his possession. All she needed to do was say yes and he’d make this ache disappear.
He slid his lips on her neck.
“Close your eyes and imagine my mouth on your pussy,” he said before he licked her jugular, drawing hot, wet circles against her overheated skin. “I plan to eat and get myself drunk tonight. On you.”
Her center welled at the pictures his words painted in her mind.
“Yes,” she found herself saying.
His eyes lit up like it was Christmas morning.
Huge butterfly wings fluttered inside her stomach when his hand reached for the zip of the gold dress. His knuckles brushed the bare skin of her lower back after he unzipped it .
The fabric pooled at her feet, leaving her standing in her panties, baring her breasts to his hungry gaze.
He took a moment to admire what he just uncovered, making her nipples pucker in response.
“You’re perfect. So fucking perfect.”
He drew her closer before he suddenly turned her around, facing the wall.
He panties were torn away before she could blink.
“Oh!” she exclaimed when she felt his hard cock against her backside.
“You feel so good. So fuckable,” came his husky whisper before his hands cupped her breasts from behind. He weighed the rounded globes and pinched her nipples, making her gasp for air.
His lips kissed and licked the side of her neck before making its way toward her shoulders and back…until he reached her ass cheeks.
His teeth grazed her left butt cheek, making her yelp.
She heard him move behind her before she felt his searing tongue on her center. She almost died from pleasure as he lapped, sucked and tasted her from behind. She opened her legs further, earning her a grunt of approval from him. He made her pussy weep, her hot folds leaking, readying her body for his eventual invasion.
“You’re exquisite, cara .”
He hummed in his enjoyment, making her gush and tremble, her hips moving wantonly against that wicked tongue.
“Ohhh—!” she moaned. She was close…
He pulled out at the last second.
She mewed in frustration as he stood up, scooped her in his arms again and made their way to the king-sized bed.
He slowly laid her down on the bed but he didn’t join her.
He stood at the foot of the bed, his intense green eyes hooded.
She decided to get back at him. A little.
Putting her forefinger in her mouth, she sucked on it before she pulled it out with a pop. She opened her legs next, giving him an excellent view of her sex.
She trailed her forefinger over her clit.
She heard him drew a long breath before he hastily removed his clothes, his eyes never leaving hers.
She took in his magnificent male form. He had an amazing swimmer’s body sculpted from years of recreational diving and swimming—wide chest, washboard stomach, tight butt and powerful limbs. He was so ripped and he owed nothing to steroids or artifice.
She slid her finger inside her channel while she watched him drop and kick his pants in one go. She was tempted to scoot back toward the headboard when he straightened and his beautifully thick, veined cock came into view.
He climbed on the bed and slowly made his way to her. He leaned over her. She closed her eyes, letting the sensation of his skin over hers envelop her
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