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forward and closed her mouth over him and drew that soft, mushroom head into her mouth, squeezing with her lips. His hiss of breath pleased her, as did his slight thrust forward. But for that small movement, he didn’t move.
    To her surprise, he braced his hands on the wheel and let her set the pace. She sucked him inside then pulled back, her teeth gently scraping along his shaft, preventing his head from slipping out of her mouth before she drew him back inside. Her fingers dug into his hips as she bobbed her head up and down his shaft.
    Gio gritted his teeth and fought to keep himself from thrusting deeper into her mouth. He wanted to fuck her hard, feel those lips gripping him, sucking him, the tightness of her throat squeezing until he exploded. He stared down at her and saw the fierce concentration. Not very good? Fuck, her mouth felt as heavenly as her tight pussy.
    “So good, pet. So damn good. Suck me into your mouth.” He stared down at her, enjoying the sight of her pert tits, her nipples hard little pebbles as the cool air brushed over them.
    She did as he ordered and his breath exploded out of his lungs. “Fuck!” His balls slammed up into him, the cum churning, seeking release, waiting to shoot out and down her throat. His harsh breathing mingled with the cries of the gulls and the rush of the wind through his hair.
    It took all he had not to pump his hips and take control. Her hands slid into his shorts and around, clutching his ass cheeks, her fingers dipping into his crease. The tip of one nail scraped his anus and he sucked in his breath. He quickly reset the autopilot then gave himself over to the woman he needed more than any other.
    Taryn felt powerful. And liberated. He was enjoying what she did. His praise and his patient instructions gave her even more confidence. She was in charge of pleasuring him and the knowledge that she was the cause of his trembling and his harsh groans was a heady drug. She’d never felt as sexy as she did at that moment.
    She sucked him harder, deeper, felt her cheeks pulling in as the suction increased. He was panting now, harsh, low sounds and, beneath her fingers, his ass cheeks were taut. His taste filled her mouth and set fire to her senses. She throbbed deep inside, her own muscles clamping around the still and silent toy buried deep inside.
    “Open your throat and take me deeper.”
    She obeyed, feeling him slide down. A fresh wave of moisture slid along her inner thighs, the breeze lifting her skirt felt cold on her damp, overheated flesh. Over and over, she sucked him deep, squeezing with throat and lips until he let out a yell.
    “Enough!” He pulled back, pulled out and yanked her up. “Not very good? Fuck, nearly made me come, pet.” He turned her and placed her hands on the dash. “Hold on, Miss Jones. You’ve earned a reward.” He flipped the vibrator on, found her clit with his finger, and stroked.
    Taryn cried out. Everything inside her came alive at once. “What—about you?” He couldn’t fuck her with the vibrator inside her.
    “My pleasure comes from pleasing you first, pet.” His free hand reached up to palm her dangling breasts, first one, and then the other. He tweaked one nipple hard.
    The jolt to her clit had her gasping. God, he was right. That sharp bite of pain heightened the pleasure crashing through her. She tipped her head back as he sent her soaring higher. The vibrations increased, as did the pressure and speed of his clever finger. She gasped and moaned. She was about to come.
    Remembering his rule, she panted, “I’m going to come, Gio. Sir. Please, Sir.” Her voice ended in a squeal when he pinched her other nipple and kept his fingers clamped around her tender bud.
    “You have my permission, pet. Come for me. I want to hear how much you like what I’m doing.”
    Like? God, she loved it all. Trouble was, there were suddenly too many sensations assaulting her at once. She was close, so close, but the coveted orgasm was

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