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her, making her, scream his name.
    He continued to lick at her as she came back down to reality, his tongue lapping at her juices. She shifted her hips, lifted them into him, silently begging for more. Would he oblige or would she have to get herself off later like she usually did? He groaned, the sound deep with approval.
    ‘You want more? You got more for me there?’
    Robyn went still. She couldn’t ask, couldn’t bear it if he laughed at her like Damien had. He lifted his head and stared into her eyes. She bit down hard on her lip as he studied her.
    ‘Honey, I don’t know why you’re stalling here, but I’m a man who likes a woman who comes a lot.’ He widened his still embedded fingers and she shuddered. ‘Don’t stop on my account, I’ll take as many as you can give me.’
    He bent his head again and started to pump his fingers back and forth, his tongue now roving all over her pussy and clit. She walked her feet up the sides of his muscled body as she sought the ultimate bliss of a deep hard orgasm. With a strangled cry she came again, but this time he didn’t stop, he just kept on wringing another and then another climax out of her.
    When she eventually stopped pulsing and started whimpering instead, his face was buried against her thigh, his teeth set into her skin. She tried to laugh.
    ‘I think I’m done now.’
    ‘I think you broke my fingers.’ He slowly peeled himself away from her, his lips swollen with her juices. He winked and flexed his hand. ‘In a good way, I mean.’
    She struggled to sit up. ‘God, I’m sorry, that was so selfish of me.’
    ‘Are you crazy? That was so good I almost came in my jeans.’
    She glanced down at his groin, saw a wet spot on the denim and the bulge of the still thick column of his shaft.
    ‘Would you like me to, um, reciprocate?’
    His slow smile returned, the one that shouted sex. ‘Oh no, honey, that was all for you. We’re taking it slow, remember?’
    ‘But what are you going to do about that?’ She pointed at his obvious erection.
    He shrugged as he stood up and then winced. ‘I’m a big boy; I can handle it.’
    ‘I’d like to see that.’
    ‘You would?’ His smile widened.
    Why the hell had she said that ? Robyn shrugged and kept her attention on his bare feet.
    ‘OK then, stay there,’ he said.
    The mattress shifted as he crawled to the top of the bed to face her. With a grimace, he carefully unzipped his jeans. The wet crown of his cock poked out through his tight white boxers. With one swift motion, he shoved his jeans and underwear down past his hips.
    Robyn simply stared at him. In the evening light his cock looked much bigger than it had in the darkness. Pre-come already slid down his shaft from the swollen purple head. Dakota wrapped one hand around the base and slowly caressed his whole shaft.
    ‘Honey, while I do this, I’m going to imagine I’m sliding into you. Do you want to think about that?’
    She nodded, her attention fixed on the slow glide of his hand as he pleasured himself. He palmed his balls with his other hand and groaned.
    ‘I’m gonna come real fast – feeling you climax around my fingers and mouth turned me on real bad.’
    His hand moved faster and he dug his heels into the bed as his hips jerked upward. ‘When I do get inside you, I’ll make sure I last a long time so you can come as much as you like.’
    ‘That would be good.’
    ‘That would be fucking fantastic.’
    Robyn crept closer, her gaze now on his face. His eyes were narrow slits and his head was thrown back, neck muscles cording as his come pumped through his still moving fingers. She inhaled the scent of sweat and satisfied male before reaching across him to find the tissues. She dumped the box on his chest, making him flinch.
    ‘Time to clean up.’
    ‘Aren’t you going to do it for me, honey?’
    She eyed his now flaccid cock. ‘What’s up, did you lose the use of your hands?’
    He winked at her. ‘I wasn’t thinking of hands,