standing between her spread thighs, the only thing separating them was those neon pink panties and his shorts, he tilted his head to the side as he stared into her cornflower blue eyes, and decided to ramp up the dirty. “What do you think about me making you my breakfast, sunshine?”
“Oh, god,” she whispered. “I want that so bad. The thought of you licking me makes my body throb in all the right places.”
Son of a bitch. A blush stole up her body, and all the breath left his lungs at her words.
He leaned back, and pulled the only thing covering her down her legs, dropping them to the floor.
Not wasting a minute, he moved back in and captured a nipple between his lips and tugged. He flicked the hard nub with his tongue, then moved to the other doing the same, then opening his mouth, he sucked as much of her inside as he could while kneading the other.
With one arm braced on the table, he trailed his hand down the flat planes of her stomach, sweeping his thumb across her swollen clit. She jerked against him, her cry of ecstasy music to his ears.
He pressed a finger inside her tight wet heat, adding a second as she began grinding against his hand.
“Tay, oh god, I’m going to, oh god,” she cried out wildly, shamelessly rocking against him, fucking his fingers.
“That’s it, baby. Reach for it.” He loved that she was secure in her need and seeking her release, and felt it when her body was on the verge of splintering apart.
He bit down on her nipple when he was sure she was at the edge, sending her that final bit. Her body jerked, she gasped and her pussy locked down on his fingers while she rode out her first orgasm.
Her soft cry went straight to his dick, but he wanted, needed to taste her.
Holding her stare, he lifted his fingers to his mouth and licked her essence off one digit at a time. “You taste delicious, but I want more.”
A strangled sound came from Jaqui, but she nodded.
****
J aqui was his willing slave in that moment. His dark voice had her face heating, a thrill of epic proportions shooting straight to the heart of her. Already her body was greedy for more.
“You could make a saint a sinner, Taylor Rouland.”
His lips kicked up in a devilish grin. Those full lips she knew would give her so much pleasure. “Consider me your own personal devil, Ms. Wallace. Now you just lie there and let’s see if I can get you to scream my name this time.”
He hooked his foot on a chair and sat. The position put him at the perfect height, and left her completely open and vulnerable. He placed his big palms on her knees and widened her legs. She hadn’t realized she’d closed them. Thick blond lashes gazed up at her. “Every inch of you is beautiful.” He trailed his hands up the insides of her legs like a slow tease, making her stomach muscles tremble. His hot gaze telling her in no uncertain terms he was done talking.
Leaning back on her elbows, she bit her lip. Breathing became harder the longer he sat there staring, and then he lowered his head, placing an open-mouthed kiss at the top of her mound, his dark blue eyes locked with hers.
He lifted her legs over his shoulders, slid his hands around her hips, then down to her waiting pussy, the folds still soaking wet from her earlier orgasm. When he dipped his head, he spread the lips of her sex open at the same time, exposing her clit and rubbed the stubble of his chin against the sensitive bud, making her jerk. “Holy, shit.” It was not enough, yet she knew he was going to give her so much more.
“Still not screaming my name.” He blew a breath of air over the glistening folds. Her sex pulsed with renewed need.
As soon as the words left his mouth, he bent and she was hard pressed to stay upright. His mouth devoured her, licking and sucking with such masterful skill she didn’t want to think where he’d learned the skills, couldn’t think of anything except for the way he made her feel. Firm laps of his tongue along with the
“Oh, god,” she whispered. “I want that so bad. The thought of you licking me makes my body throb in all the right places.”
Son of a bitch. A blush stole up her body, and all the breath left his lungs at her words.
He leaned back, and pulled the only thing covering her down her legs, dropping them to the floor.
Not wasting a minute, he moved back in and captured a nipple between his lips and tugged. He flicked the hard nub with his tongue, then moved to the other doing the same, then opening his mouth, he sucked as much of her inside as he could while kneading the other.
With one arm braced on the table, he trailed his hand down the flat planes of her stomach, sweeping his thumb across her swollen clit. She jerked against him, her cry of ecstasy music to his ears.
He pressed a finger inside her tight wet heat, adding a second as she began grinding against his hand.
“Tay, oh god, I’m going to, oh god,” she cried out wildly, shamelessly rocking against him, fucking his fingers.
“That’s it, baby. Reach for it.” He loved that she was secure in her need and seeking her release, and felt it when her body was on the verge of splintering apart.
He bit down on her nipple when he was sure she was at the edge, sending her that final bit. Her body jerked, she gasped and her pussy locked down on his fingers while she rode out her first orgasm.
Her soft cry went straight to his dick, but he wanted, needed to taste her.
Holding her stare, he lifted his fingers to his mouth and licked her essence off one digit at a time. “You taste delicious, but I want more.”
A strangled sound came from Jaqui, but she nodded.
****
J aqui was his willing slave in that moment. His dark voice had her face heating, a thrill of epic proportions shooting straight to the heart of her. Already her body was greedy for more.
“You could make a saint a sinner, Taylor Rouland.”
His lips kicked up in a devilish grin. Those full lips she knew would give her so much pleasure. “Consider me your own personal devil, Ms. Wallace. Now you just lie there and let’s see if I can get you to scream my name this time.”
He hooked his foot on a chair and sat. The position put him at the perfect height, and left her completely open and vulnerable. He placed his big palms on her knees and widened her legs. She hadn’t realized she’d closed them. Thick blond lashes gazed up at her. “Every inch of you is beautiful.” He trailed his hands up the insides of her legs like a slow tease, making her stomach muscles tremble. His hot gaze telling her in no uncertain terms he was done talking.
Leaning back on her elbows, she bit her lip. Breathing became harder the longer he sat there staring, and then he lowered his head, placing an open-mouthed kiss at the top of her mound, his dark blue eyes locked with hers.
He lifted her legs over his shoulders, slid his hands around her hips, then down to her waiting pussy, the folds still soaking wet from her earlier orgasm. When he dipped his head, he spread the lips of her sex open at the same time, exposing her clit and rubbed the stubble of his chin against the sensitive bud, making her jerk. “Holy, shit.” It was not enough, yet she knew he was going to give her so much more.
“Still not screaming my name.” He blew a breath of air over the glistening folds. Her sex pulsed with renewed need.
As soon as the words left his mouth, he bent and she was hard pressed to stay upright. His mouth devoured her, licking and sucking with such masterful skill she didn’t want to think where he’d learned the skills, couldn’t think of anything except for the way he made her feel. Firm laps of his tongue along with the
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