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his teeth. He licked from the hollow at the base of her throat back to her ear.
    He brushed his lips across her with a whisper light touch until she snarled at him.
    “Quit teasing me Ian. I’m trying to prove I can do the whole cougar thing and you’re wrecking it.” She guided his hand to the hard point of her nipple.
    “Hate to break it to ya babe, but you’re not a cougar.” He thumbed her peak and kissed his way from her mouth to her cleavage, biting and sucking as he went. He hooked his fingers under the straps of her gown and tugged them down her biceps, the fabric gathered under her breasts and framed them. 
    The pink tip of her tongue darted out to moisten her lips. “I’m not?”
    “No.”
    “Damn,” she huffed and blew a strand of hair out of her eyes. “I was so proud of myself, too. Getting it on with Mr. Tattooed and Pierced Sexy Pants. Now you went and ruined it.”
    A pair of lacy pink panties still concealed her pussy. He kissed the inside of her knee and licked the inside of her thigh, skipping up to her chest. The rosy skin of her areola disappeared inside his mouth, and he teased the other with pinches and flicks. The head of his cock prodded at the satin of her underwear, and he rolled his hips to slide the underside of his shaft over the front of her mound.
    “Did I?” He canted forward again, using the barbell through the head of his cock to add to the tease. “Tell me how to make it up to you.”
    “Uh...you fucker.” A soft moan escaped her lips, and she lifted her hips in response to his tease.
    “You have a very dirty mouth, Peyton Reynolds.” He leaned down near her ear and she bit him, sending a sizzling twinge of pleasure/pain through him. “I think I like it.”
    The wet crotch of her panties betrayed how aroused she was. He stroked her lips through the material.
    “Do you? You know what I like?” She poked one finger into his left nipple ring and twisted it just enough to sting. A pulse zinged his cock from balls to head, and he worked his way under the elastic of her waistband. “I like...your piercings.”
    “I used to have more.” He circled the tight bead of her clit, continued lower to dip inside her entrance, and spread her juices over her hood. She gasped and rocked her hips. “Should I re-pierce my tongue?”
    “You are...such...oh...” He stroked up one side of her clit, down the other, over and over, ignoring the bundle of nerves itself. Her pupils dilated. “Don’t tease. I need more.” She twisted his piercing again and towed him in for a kiss. “Touch me Ian. Deeper. More.”
    An overwhelming need he hadn’t experienced since the rut first manifested over took him. He fisted her panties and ripped them off in one explosive jerk. The furious drive to claim her, to bury his dick inside her as far as he could and spill his cum deep crested and grew stronger.
    He spread her lips and framed her clit, squeezed the flesh as he penetrated her with the tips of his fingers. Gliding lower, he applied pressure to her hood as he delved in deeper. The muscles in her thighs tightened, and she squirmed her hips closer. Her tight inner walls grabbed and fluttered with each plunge and retreat.
    She wrapped his shaft in her tight grip and pumped him, playing with his piercing each time she got to the head of his cock. The friction she provided almost sent him over the edge, so he shifted out of reach. Nothing less than seeing her come apart completely would do. He had to make her come so hard she forgot everything but him. Everyone but him. He intended to make her crave his touch...to imprint himself on her, to sear the sensation of his cock inside her into her memory so her clit swelled, and she masturbated thinking of him.
    “Peyton,” he rotated his hand in a circle, and she bucked so that the heel of his hand ground into her hood. “I want to taste you. Is that alright?”
    “Oh fuck yeah. I don’t even care if you’re a cannibal,” she groaned and grabbed