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    She swallowed as he smiled. “Exquisite breasts. I don’t want you to hide them from me. Don’t wear a bra anymore,” he demanded.
    He sat on the bed beside her and, dipping his head, he gently kissed one nipple and then the other with tender, butterfly kisses. Her breasts swelled and her nipples beaded until she swore they were as hard as two pebbles.
    She would have told him where he could go, concerning her not wearing a bra. After all, she barely knew the guy. But hey, arguments were for later. Her thoughts drifted away as he began kissing a line of fire along her belly. When he reached her jeans, he growled again. The guttural response made the blood hum through her veins.
    His breath grew quicker and hers joined his as he undid the clasp on her jeans. She helped him pull her pants down and he drew them off and hurled them somewhere in the room. His dark-green eyes glittered as he ripped her panties in half and folded the cloth to the sides. Eagerness and anticipation roared through her as he stood along the foot of the bed, over her legs.
    She cried out in utter surprise as he lowered himself between her thighs, his shoulders widening her legs as he nestled between. Hot breath sprayed against her pussy and she couldn’t believe he was actually considering going down on her. No man had ever put his head down there .
    She tensed as his tongue slipped between her pussy lips and she jerked involuntarily as he licked a hard line right up the middle of her parted labia and onto her sensitive clit and off. He did it again. And again.
    Whoa! Awesome! The pleasure was indescribable as he licked and lapped and sipped her cream from her body. He brought her close to orgasm so many times she couldn’t count them. She wanted to scream. To cry. To pound her fists on his back, but instead she just lay there, enjoying the pleasure, her hands fisted in the comforter on his bed. She could only breathe through the unique sensations threatening to consume her. It was almost as if she’d experienced sex in this instinctual way with him before. Almost as if she were down at the bottom of the ocean again, her body filled with tentacles as she orgasmed over and over.
    Somewhere deep in the recesses of her mind, she remembered that happening. Orgasms and lust and love emanating from the other who’d fucked her in the ocean. The one she’d thought was Calder. But that idea was crazy. Simply crazy. She shut off that insane part of her brain and just enjoyed the intense way Calder’s hands gripped her hips as he held her down and feasted on her pussy.
    When she swore she could take his exquisite torture no longer, he finally let go of her. A quick rip of foil followed. Protection. She’d forgotten about condoms in the heat of the moment. He slipped a condom onto his huge shaft and she cried out as he climbed over her. She grabbed his shoulders, her fingers curling over his flesh and digging into his sinewy muscles as she pulled him down on her. His legs aligned on top of hers, the huge, hot tip of his cock head slid into her wet vagina.
    She shuddered as he entered her. Cried out as his tentacle-tattooed cock slid deep and hard, his huge girth spreading her tight muscles as he impaled her. His chest pressed her breasts, embracing them. His harsh mouth, fused with hers, cut off her cries. She tightened her vagina around his cock, welcoming him, loving his fullness and the heat.
    She moaned as he withdrew and plunged into her. It was a heavy and powerful thrust that had the headboard of his bed grating against the wall. He penetrated her with such wicked speed the impact left her delirious with arousal. He withdrew and powered into her again.
    He fucked her with hard strokes. Fucked her until the pleasure overrode her senses and she exploded in a frenzy. It was agonizing ecstasy as spasms rushed through her like a drug. She was flying high. Bucking beneath him, accepting him and loving him. He thrust harder, stealing her breath away