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Authors: Saskia Walker, Portia Da Costa, Opal Carew, Jennifer Leeland, Madelynne Ellis, T.J. Michaels, Emily Ryan-Davis, Cynthia Sax, Evangeline Anderson, Avery Aster, Karen Fenech, Ruby Foxx
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willing.
He flicked her clit with his tongue and the flood gates burst.
“Yes! Oh, God, you’re…”—she gasped, arching against his mouth—“…making me come.”
Then a long, reedy wail escaped her lips as she rode the intense wave to an earth-shattering orgasm.
He leaned in toward her and nuzzled her ear, then murmured. “Unbutton my shirt.”
She sat up and reached for his shirt, her hands trembling from the echoing waves of her orgasm. She stroked her hand over his warm, muscular chest and found the top button, and released it. Then the next. And so on down the placket.
Once she was done, she parted the fabric. Her gaze lifted from his sculpted chest to his eyes. Heat flickered in those deep blue depths.
“May I touch you, Mr. Danner?”
“Yes.” His silky voice came out low and filled with desire.
First, she stroked back an errant wave from his forehead, then glided her hand down his cheek and over his neck. She rested her hand on his chest, feeling the staccato beat of his heart beneath her palm.
She drew open the shirt, pushing it back onto his shoulders and gazed at his nakedness.
God, the man was all sculpted muscle and rock-hard flesh. Especially his fully erect cock that twitched under her scrutiny. She wrapped her hand around it and stroked gently.
She licked her lips. “Would you like me to—”
But he captured her mouth, cutting off her words. His tongue swept inside and stroked hers. Then his arms curled around her as he deepened the kiss, drawing her close to his body.
He possessed her mouth. Exploring. Stroking. Mastering.
When he released her, she stared at him in a daze.
His hand glided over her stomach as he stared at her naked breasts. Her already hard nipples peaked even higher, longing for his touch. He cupped her breast and stroked the aching nub lightly with his fingertips, sending need quivering through her. She arched toward him and he covered her with his hot, moist mouth.
She groaned at the exquisite sensation.
He stroked with his tongue, then suckled gently. As need pulsed through her, he slipped away, then covered her other nub, treating it to the same sensual onslaught.
Her fingers glided through his glossy, thick waves of hair.
Then he wrapped his hands around her waist and drew her forward.
“Turn around and kneel in front of me.”
She slid to the floor and turned, then he pressed her forward until her torso rested on the couch seat. His body pressed close to hers, his pelvis against her ass and his thick, hard cock resting against her slick flesh.
Oh, God, he was going to slide inside her and fuck her right here against the couch.
But although his body rocked ever so slightly, his hard member gliding over her sensitive folds in an erotic pulsing motion, he didn’t push inside her. Instead, his fingertips played along her back, sending tingles across her flesh.
Then she felt one of the straps of the harness release. A moment later, so did another. Soon he unfastened the collar around her neck and the harness slipped away.
His hands cupped her breasts and he stroked gently. She arched against his palms, loving his big strong hands covering her. Wanting more of his erotic touch.
“I want you,” he murmured, his lips against her ear.
Shivers danced along her neck and down her spine.
“I want to feel your body around me. To be immersed in your velvety depths.”
Then he scooped her up and carried her to the bed. The fine cotton of the black sheets was silky-smooth against her skin. She held up her hands, assuming he would bind her to the headboard, but he knelt over her, pinning her between his thick thighs, and grabbed her wrists, then brought one hand to his mouth. His lips played over her palm, sending quivers through her.
“I’m not going to bind you.” He kissed her other palm. “And I’m not going to fuck you.”
“You aren’t?” Oh, God, she wanted to feel his big
He flicked her clit with his tongue and the flood gates burst.
“Yes! Oh, God, you’re…”—she gasped, arching against his mouth—“…making me come.”
Then a long, reedy wail escaped her lips as she rode the intense wave to an earth-shattering orgasm.
He leaned in toward her and nuzzled her ear, then murmured. “Unbutton my shirt.”
She sat up and reached for his shirt, her hands trembling from the echoing waves of her orgasm. She stroked her hand over his warm, muscular chest and found the top button, and released it. Then the next. And so on down the placket.
Once she was done, she parted the fabric. Her gaze lifted from his sculpted chest to his eyes. Heat flickered in those deep blue depths.
“May I touch you, Mr. Danner?”
“Yes.” His silky voice came out low and filled with desire.
First, she stroked back an errant wave from his forehead, then glided her hand down his cheek and over his neck. She rested her hand on his chest, feeling the staccato beat of his heart beneath her palm.
She drew open the shirt, pushing it back onto his shoulders and gazed at his nakedness.
God, the man was all sculpted muscle and rock-hard flesh. Especially his fully erect cock that twitched under her scrutiny. She wrapped her hand around it and stroked gently.
She licked her lips. “Would you like me to—”
But he captured her mouth, cutting off her words. His tongue swept inside and stroked hers. Then his arms curled around her as he deepened the kiss, drawing her close to his body.
He possessed her mouth. Exploring. Stroking. Mastering.
When he released her, she stared at him in a daze.
His hand glided over her stomach as he stared at her naked breasts. Her already hard nipples peaked even higher, longing for his touch. He cupped her breast and stroked the aching nub lightly with his fingertips, sending need quivering through her. She arched toward him and he covered her with his hot, moist mouth.
She groaned at the exquisite sensation.
He stroked with his tongue, then suckled gently. As need pulsed through her, he slipped away, then covered her other nub, treating it to the same sensual onslaught.
Her fingers glided through his glossy, thick waves of hair.
Then he wrapped his hands around her waist and drew her forward.
“Turn around and kneel in front of me.”
She slid to the floor and turned, then he pressed her forward until her torso rested on the couch seat. His body pressed close to hers, his pelvis against her ass and his thick, hard cock resting against her slick flesh.
Oh, God, he was going to slide inside her and fuck her right here against the couch.
But although his body rocked ever so slightly, his hard member gliding over her sensitive folds in an erotic pulsing motion, he didn’t push inside her. Instead, his fingertips played along her back, sending tingles across her flesh.
Then she felt one of the straps of the harness release. A moment later, so did another. Soon he unfastened the collar around her neck and the harness slipped away.
His hands cupped her breasts and he stroked gently. She arched against his palms, loving his big strong hands covering her. Wanting more of his erotic touch.
“I want you,” he murmured, his lips against her ear.
Shivers danced along her neck and down her spine.
“I want to feel your body around me. To be immersed in your velvety depths.”
Then he scooped her up and carried her to the bed. The fine cotton of the black sheets was silky-smooth against her skin. She held up her hands, assuming he would bind her to the headboard, but he knelt over her, pinning her between his thick thighs, and grabbed her wrists, then brought one hand to his mouth. His lips played over her palm, sending quivers through her.
“I’m not going to bind you.” He kissed her other palm. “And I’m not going to fuck you.”
“You aren’t?” Oh, God, she wanted to feel his big
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