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immense hardness on her tongue, her lips, the inner walls of her mouth. She liked the power she felt there—the power in his cock, and the power she held by pleasuring it.
    She liked the way his large fingers threaded through her hair, holding it back—just as Dawn had promised. She liked feeling his eyes on her, just as she had when she’d been touching herself for him.
    And as she slowly began to experiment, to move up and down, she grew more bold, took him deeper, moved on him more rhythmically—and finally she gained the courage to look up into his eyes.
    She’d never seen Simon so fraught with emotion as he said, “See, my sugarplum?
    Perfect. So fucking perfect.”
    And she hated that she’d made him wait so long for this, and she hated that she’d wasted so much time not enjoying his large, perfect shaft this way herself.
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    But then, just as she was sinking more fully into her work, eyes shut, sliding her lips sensually up and down his smooth, steely length, he cupped her face in his hands and eased her mouth upward. “Stop, baby.”
    She was stunned, and her mouth felt pleasantly stretched as she raised her eyes to his.
    “It’s too good,” he told her, voice trembling. “I don’t want to come yet. And if you keep it up…”
    She bit her lower lip. She didn’t want that, either. So she simply nodded and began to climb up into his lap as he lifted her toward him from the floor.
    She intended to lower herself onto that majestic erection now—if she couldn’t have it in her mouth, she wanted it in her cunt. But Simon kept lifting her, even after she’d straddled him, propelling her upright on her knees.
    She gasped when she realized he was sinking down on the couch then, bringing his face level with her cunt. Caressing her outer thigh with one hand as he lifted her short skirt with the other, he studied her there, his eyes so close to her bared mound, then shifted his touch, brushing his fingertips over the smooth flesh between her legs. “I can’t believe you shaved your pussy,” he murmured, looking drunk on the sight.
    She couldn’t, either, actually. But seeing Dawn that way had inspired her. She’d figured if she was going to do this, let her inner vixen out, she was going to go all the way. Still, she heard herself asking, “Do you like it?”
    A low chuckle erupted from his throat. “Oh yeah, sugarplum. I like it.” He cemented the statement by leaning in to place a soft kiss directly on her clit.
    “Ohhh…” she moaned.
    He gazed up at her, eyes ablaze with lust. “Do you want me to lick you, baby? Do you want me to lick your hot little pussy?”
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    Oh God. Such a dirty suggestion. Yet for the first time, the idea didn’t feel too intimate or outrageous. No, it felt just right and was what she wanted more than anything in this moment. “Mmm, yes,” she said with a decisive nod. “Lick me.”
    He groaned at her command, then sliced into her most sensitive flesh with his tongue.
    The sensation made her shiver, made her head fall back. “Oh, baby.”
    “Minty,” he said then, on a short laugh. But Emily wasn’t even amused. She just wanted more of his tongue.
    And—oh yes!—she got it, she got it so damn good.
    She soon lost track of exactly what he was doing to her—too much pleasure to watch, to take it all in. She felt his tongue dig deep, licking, licking, felt him swirling it around her clit, then sucking intently. Eager fingers thrust up inside her and she moved on them without thinking. The motion thrust her pussy harder against his mouth and he moaned at her enthusiasm.
    She soon heard herself crying out, felt her own undulations taking her over. She instinctively lifted her hands to mold her breasts, caress the soft skin there, tease the hard nipples. So much pleasure—everywhere.
    But then—oh God—even more. What was that ? And how was it even possible?
    Fresh sensation buffeted her from behind. Her breath began leaving her in