out and caressed her breasts through the flimsy fabric of her top. She let out a moan as he squeezed her nipples. He watched as she threw her head back, her face awash in pleasure.
He quickly pushed the camisole off her shoulders, sucking in air as the sight of her luscious breasts greeted him. They were full and ripe, the most perfect he'd ever seen. Huge, he thought giddily, feeling like a kid in a candy store. He pushed her back on the island, lowering his head to lick her dusky nipples, his tongue swirling in circles as he took turns with each of her breasts.
Darcel was writhing under him as she reached up and ran her hands through his hair, pulling his head toward her. He put one breast into his mouth and expertly suckled it, his hair streaming across her mocha skin as he worshiped her. She let out a low, deep moan that sent tremors straight through him.
He reached down and caressed her through her shorts, feeling her heat through the lightweight material. Impatiently, he tugged them off, letting them fall to the floor as he gently pried her legs open. His hand moved toward the dark nest of curls, expertly spreading her open so his fingers could explore her moist folds. He felt her heat the moment he gained entry. He let out a groan. She was wet for him. So incredibly wet. Darcel bucked against his fingers, riding them as they slid inside her slick spot.
“ You're so wet,” he marveled as he continued to explore her, his fingers lightly caressing her clit. He lowered his head to her stomach, his tongue gliding across her taut abdomen like a snake, delving lower and lower in his exploration. He felt her body tense as he reached the soft nest of curls covering her mound. Gently, he parted her folds and placed his tongue on her nub, his strokes feather-light as he pleasured her.
She relaxed underneath him, moving in rhythm with his tongue strokes until he felt her coming undone. He could feel the strong ripples of her orgasm as she raised her body upward and moved against his tongue. She released a guttural cry then drew her thighs together as she rode the wave.
A few seconds later she reached for him, cupping his erection through his denim jeans, running her palm up and down his fly, until he was ready to explode. He unzipped his jeans, groaning as she reached down and pulled out his shaft, her fingers tightly wrapped around him as she stroked him. Pleasure skyrocketed through his body as she caressed him. She was driving him to madness with the way she was touching him. Torturing him. A feeling of impatience gripped him as his desire threatened to consume him like molten lava.
He was used to being in control, of setting the pace—but he was no longer in control as his need to possess this woman pulsed in his veins like an ancient drumbeat. A primal feeling swept over him—he wanted to devour her, to make her his. At this very moment. He didn't think he could wait a moment longer. He swiveled her legs around so her butt was planted at the edge of the counter. “Wait a second,” he instructed as he reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet, quickly finding the condom nestled between his bills.
He swiftly ripped open the small square and sheathed his erection in one fluid movement. He spread Darcel's legs wide open and with one quick stroke, pushed himself inside her. She let out a cry and instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her. Her heels were resting on his lower back, just above his buttocks, and her eyes were firmly closed.
“ Open your eyes,” he demanded as a sense of urgency gripped him.
Her eyes blinked open so they were staring intensely into one another's eyes.
“ Say my name,” he ordered as he withdrew himself from her, inch by tantalizing inch. She let out a cry as he withdrew and pulled at his hips in an attempt to draw him back in.
“ Jake,” she moaned when he pumped himself back into her, his hips slamming against her pelvis he ground
He quickly pushed the camisole off her shoulders, sucking in air as the sight of her luscious breasts greeted him. They were full and ripe, the most perfect he'd ever seen. Huge, he thought giddily, feeling like a kid in a candy store. He pushed her back on the island, lowering his head to lick her dusky nipples, his tongue swirling in circles as he took turns with each of her breasts.
Darcel was writhing under him as she reached up and ran her hands through his hair, pulling his head toward her. He put one breast into his mouth and expertly suckled it, his hair streaming across her mocha skin as he worshiped her. She let out a low, deep moan that sent tremors straight through him.
He reached down and caressed her through her shorts, feeling her heat through the lightweight material. Impatiently, he tugged them off, letting them fall to the floor as he gently pried her legs open. His hand moved toward the dark nest of curls, expertly spreading her open so his fingers could explore her moist folds. He felt her heat the moment he gained entry. He let out a groan. She was wet for him. So incredibly wet. Darcel bucked against his fingers, riding them as they slid inside her slick spot.
“ You're so wet,” he marveled as he continued to explore her, his fingers lightly caressing her clit. He lowered his head to her stomach, his tongue gliding across her taut abdomen like a snake, delving lower and lower in his exploration. He felt her body tense as he reached the soft nest of curls covering her mound. Gently, he parted her folds and placed his tongue on her nub, his strokes feather-light as he pleasured her.
She relaxed underneath him, moving in rhythm with his tongue strokes until he felt her coming undone. He could feel the strong ripples of her orgasm as she raised her body upward and moved against his tongue. She released a guttural cry then drew her thighs together as she rode the wave.
A few seconds later she reached for him, cupping his erection through his denim jeans, running her palm up and down his fly, until he was ready to explode. He unzipped his jeans, groaning as she reached down and pulled out his shaft, her fingers tightly wrapped around him as she stroked him. Pleasure skyrocketed through his body as she caressed him. She was driving him to madness with the way she was touching him. Torturing him. A feeling of impatience gripped him as his desire threatened to consume him like molten lava.
He was used to being in control, of setting the pace—but he was no longer in control as his need to possess this woman pulsed in his veins like an ancient drumbeat. A primal feeling swept over him—he wanted to devour her, to make her his. At this very moment. He didn't think he could wait a moment longer. He swiveled her legs around so her butt was planted at the edge of the counter. “Wait a second,” he instructed as he reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet, quickly finding the condom nestled between his bills.
He swiftly ripped open the small square and sheathed his erection in one fluid movement. He spread Darcel's legs wide open and with one quick stroke, pushed himself inside her. She let out a cry and instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her. Her heels were resting on his lower back, just above his buttocks, and her eyes were firmly closed.
“ Open your eyes,” he demanded as a sense of urgency gripped him.
Her eyes blinked open so they were staring intensely into one another's eyes.
“ Say my name,” he ordered as he withdrew himself from her, inch by tantalizing inch. She let out a cry as he withdrew and pulled at his hips in an attempt to draw him back in.
“ Jake,” she moaned when he pumped himself back into her, his hips slamming against her pelvis he ground
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