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over her. Anticipation pulled every nerve ending taut, her body on a knife edge as she waited for the first touch of his tongue. Needed it more than she needed to breathe, to see, to hear…
    Wet heat laved her in a long, firm stroke from slit to clit and she arched up, crying out as her hips jerked up off the rug. He didn’t give her any time to recover. Instead he feasted on her like a starving man with a banquet laid before him. Big hands latched around her hips, he held her still for the attention of his mouth, driving her wild with long licks along her soaking pussy lips and quick, hard flicks of his tongue over her tightened clit.
    She moaned, rocking against him as she pinched and pulled at her nipples. Each tweak sent fire arrowing down to her clit, her cunt clenching around nothingness as heat moistened her channel. She gasped, the tension in her body ratcheting right up to near breaking point as he shoved his tongue deep into her, greedily catching every drop of her essence with small growls rumbling in his throat.
    “Oh god, Max… yes! ” she whimpered, abandoning her breast to drive her hands into his hair and hold him against her as he ruthlessly fucked her with his tongue. She needed this…needed him. Tension spiraled tighter and tighter as he pulled away, replacing his tongue with two thick fingers.
    “Aiiiyyeee,” she keened, hips bucking as he pumped the thick digits, curling his fingers back to brush against her g-spot. She’d always doubted its existence, but he zeroed right in on it, the pressure enough to curl her toes and coat his fingers with another wave of slick heat.
    He did it again, and again, lifting his head to watch her as he drove her insane with the clever touch of his fingers. She let her fingers slide from his hair as he pumped, head thrown back as she concentrated on the sensations he was affording her. He knew exactly how to touch her, how hard and for how long, to bring her almost to the edge of reason. Writhing and panting she yearned for release, feeling it building up inside her. Almost there, just one more stroke.
    He pulled away. Disbelief surged through her at the sudden loss, her whimper of frustration loud in the silent room. Then, with a chuckle, he dropped his head, pulled her clit between his lips and sucked.
    She shattered apart, waves of pleasure crashing over her, buffeting her in their swell as she was tossed from one to the other. Screaming his name, she clutched at the rug around her as he growled and drove his tongue into her cunt to gather the rush of heat as she came hard.
    She shuddered, strung out with the pleasure he’d brought her as he sucked her clit one last time and crawled up her body. Boneless and riding out the shimmers of pleasure still coursing through her, she watched him through half-lidded eyes.
    Tension radiated from every line of his body as he shoved her thighs apart, ripping at the fasteners on his pants. They gave in a tear of cloth and his cock sprang free, slapping hard and insistent against the inside of her thigh.
    She shivered, reaching her hands above her head to arch her back. Displaying herself for him. Teasing him. Inviting him to take her. A hard arm slid under her, wrapping around her side and sliding up her back as he cupped the nape of her neck. Hard fingers curled around her shoulder, holding her in place and bracing him at the same time as he reached down and fit the wide head of his cock against her slick lips.
    She caught her breath as he pushed. The delicate tissues of her cunt parted around him, the head slipping into her channel on a slick slide. She gasped at the sensation, as inch after inch, he pressed into her. He was huge, bigger than she’d thought and even with the slickness of her release, the long, slow penetration stretched her body to the limit. Her channel clenched tight around him as he stopped, hips against hers and head of his cock pressing against the entrance to her womb. She bit her lip, trying to stay