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around the pink areola.
    “Ian,” she cried.
    When he looked up she was watching him intently. Her eyes
glazed over with passion and she held his head, pulling him toward her. He
could smell the musky scent of her arousal. She cocked her head to one side
when he moved away to sit back on the couch. She was adorable. For a moment, he
was tempted to allow her to wonder what was happening just so he could admire
her. Unable to wait, he reached forward and taking her by the hips lifted her
to stand astride him on the worn cushions placing her pussy directly in front
of his mouth.
    She gasped his name as his tongue lashed out only barely
touching the hair covering her slit. His hands slid down tracing light swirls
on the soft skin at the backs of her thighs.
    “Aileen, what do you want?”
    “I…” was all she managed before his tongue slipped between
her nether lips and her knees buckled.
    He pulled her gently forward supporting her so that her
knees were leaning against his shoulders. Her warm, wet pussy pressed into his
face and he opened his mouth to suck the taut bud.
    She called his name over and over again like a mantra.
    His hands slid up and gripped her ass, crushing her to his
ravenous mouth. His tongue traced the curves of her inner lips dipping into her
slit each time he reached the bottom.
    Glancing up at her he could see her head was thrown back and
her breath was coming faster and faster. Her hands gripped his hair nearly to
the point of pain. He didn’t mind the small discomfort. It was the only thing
keeping him from embarrassing himself and coming before he’d even thrust inside
her. Her response was the most erotic thing he’d ever experienced and he was
nearly undone when she screamed and her vagina pulsed around his tongue.
    He pulled her hard against his face until the waves of
pleasure passed over her. Her hands eased up on his hair and she collapsed into
his lap.
    “That was amazing,” he said.
    She said something but her sleepy, satisfied mumble was lost
in translation against his body. The round flesh of her bottom nestled against
his painfully hard cock but he didn’t move. Holding her and having her cheek
rest against his chest while the musky smell of her enveloped him was too
perfect to disturb.
    Her lips moved first. Warm and moist they strayed across his
hair-dappled chest until she found his nipple. The sting of her gentle bite
made him moan her name and his cock jumped higher. She wiggled around until she
was facing him kneeling on the couch. She struggled for a moment to free his
erection from his jeans. Her warm, wet pussy pressed against his rigid member
and she leaned back, lifting herself up on her arms so that he slid up and down
her slit but didn’t enter her.
    “Aileen, you don’t know what you’re doing to me.”
    She stilled and smiled. “Oh, but I do.”
    He reached forward and pressed his thumb against her clit.
Her head fell back and a small squeak escaped her mouth. Her hips moved faster
and faster and little gasps and sighs continued to emanate from her open,
panting mouth.
    It was too much. Being just outside her pussy was like going
home after a long, terrible trip but not being able to open the front door. He
lifted her off his lap and in one fluid motion she was lying on her back on the
couch and he was leaning on his elbows above her. His cock touched her labia
but he did not enter her.
    “Look at me, Aileen.”
    She opened her eyes. He could see her love and desire for
him and more. She trusted him. In his entire life no one had ever put any trust
in Ian Scott. He was a thief after all. Who could trust a thief?
    Slowly, without taking his eyes away from hers, he sank into
her warm, wet slit. He wanted to go slow. He wanted to make the night last
forever but as soon as she pulsed around him he lost all control and he was
pumping into her hard and fast and calling for gods that he didn’t even believe
in.
    With one last thrust he emptied himself into her and