Seven
Mirrie woke up the next morning to Shane kissing his way down her body.
She pried one eye open, glanced at the clock, sat up with a gasp.
"Shane, I've got to go to work! God, I'm already late!"
Roughly, he pushed her down again. "You're not going to work today."
"I'm not?"
"Nuh-uh." That wicked mouth was busy once more as Shane ran his tongue between her breasts, over her scars. "I called Spider an hour ago and said you'd be taking the day off."
"You did?"
"I did." He nipped her belly button, moved down, placed a sweet, open-mouthed kiss on her lower stomach.
"What did he say?" She arched a bit. "Was he OK with it?"
"Totally." Kiss. "Completely." Kiss. "Absolutely." Kiss. "OK."
Mac mouthed tiny kisses over her swollen lower lips now, tasting her arousal. Mirrie gripped the sheets under her, her head pushed back in to the bed as she writhed and twisted under him. Her hips lifted, her thighs opened wider, her feet dug in to the mattress.
He held her down, held her in place with his hands on her stomach. She gave a sharp, shocked cry when he licked her soaked pussy, a long, hard stroke that made her want nothing but more. Blindly, she reached for him and her hands found the back of his head.
"Oh, God," she panted. "Shane... Shane ."
"Right here, babe." He looked up to see her eyes blazing down at him. "You want to come on my tongue?"
"Yes." The word came out on a sob. "Yes."
"And I want you to." He licked her again, holding her eyes. "Come hard for me, babe."
Mirrie shut her eyes, threw her head back. She knew he was done playing with her now and sure enough, Shane's mouth was anything but gentle. Demanding and primal, he sucked and stroked her clit in fast, hard flicks. Her pleasure rose and built and grew until it was all that she could see, hear, feel, taste. In the whole damn world, there was nothing but this moment, nothing but Shane kneeling between her legs and licking her pussy.
Mac felt her amazing body shaking, jerking, trying to lift towards him. He clamped down harder on her lower body, held her right where he wanted her, refused to let her dictate even one part of this. She was at his mercy and that's exactly how he liked it. He moved her for his own pleasure, took complete control and command of her pleasure. She was going to come when he decided she would... and she'd come screaming.
Mirrie writhed on the bed, reaching for the orgasm that was so damn close. Shane held her pussy lips apart with his thumbs and attacked her clit now, licking and stroking at it without reprieve. She climbed higher, the intensity built, her cries rose and Mac loved every fucking second of it, never wanted it to end.
"Please!" she screamed now, almost insane with the need to come on his mouth. "Please, please, please..."
That was what he'd wanted, what he'd been waiting for. Mirrie trembling and begging, totally spread and open to him, was the most beautiful sight in the world. There was nothing better – except for what happened next.
He pressed his tongue to her clit now, pressed hard. This was the one thing guaranteed to shove Mirrie right over the edge every single time and sure enough, she froze. Her hands were tangled in his hair, her upper body was arched right off the bed, her legs were wrapped around his shoulders. She didn't make a sound, she barely breathed. She just came.
"Fuck, yes," he said as her pussy fluttered and her clit throbbed. "Scream for me, babe. Scream my name."
Her breath came back at his words, and she gasped.
"Shane!" His name in her mouth was a prayer, a plea. "Oh, God! Shane !"
He curled his lips around her hard bundle of nerves now, sucked on it until he coaxed a second orgasm out of her. Her scream this time was inarticulate: it was just pure, animal pleasure as Mirrie came.
Mac didn't let up at all, not until she collapsed with a groan. Only then did he lift his mouth away from her pussy and tenderly mouth kisses along her inner thighs. Slowly, gently, he kissed his way
Mirrie woke up the next morning to Shane kissing his way down her body.
She pried one eye open, glanced at the clock, sat up with a gasp.
"Shane, I've got to go to work! God, I'm already late!"
Roughly, he pushed her down again. "You're not going to work today."
"I'm not?"
"Nuh-uh." That wicked mouth was busy once more as Shane ran his tongue between her breasts, over her scars. "I called Spider an hour ago and said you'd be taking the day off."
"You did?"
"I did." He nipped her belly button, moved down, placed a sweet, open-mouthed kiss on her lower stomach.
"What did he say?" She arched a bit. "Was he OK with it?"
"Totally." Kiss. "Completely." Kiss. "Absolutely." Kiss. "OK."
Mac mouthed tiny kisses over her swollen lower lips now, tasting her arousal. Mirrie gripped the sheets under her, her head pushed back in to the bed as she writhed and twisted under him. Her hips lifted, her thighs opened wider, her feet dug in to the mattress.
He held her down, held her in place with his hands on her stomach. She gave a sharp, shocked cry when he licked her soaked pussy, a long, hard stroke that made her want nothing but more. Blindly, she reached for him and her hands found the back of his head.
"Oh, God," she panted. "Shane... Shane ."
"Right here, babe." He looked up to see her eyes blazing down at him. "You want to come on my tongue?"
"Yes." The word came out on a sob. "Yes."
"And I want you to." He licked her again, holding her eyes. "Come hard for me, babe."
Mirrie shut her eyes, threw her head back. She knew he was done playing with her now and sure enough, Shane's mouth was anything but gentle. Demanding and primal, he sucked and stroked her clit in fast, hard flicks. Her pleasure rose and built and grew until it was all that she could see, hear, feel, taste. In the whole damn world, there was nothing but this moment, nothing but Shane kneeling between her legs and licking her pussy.
Mac felt her amazing body shaking, jerking, trying to lift towards him. He clamped down harder on her lower body, held her right where he wanted her, refused to let her dictate even one part of this. She was at his mercy and that's exactly how he liked it. He moved her for his own pleasure, took complete control and command of her pleasure. She was going to come when he decided she would... and she'd come screaming.
Mirrie writhed on the bed, reaching for the orgasm that was so damn close. Shane held her pussy lips apart with his thumbs and attacked her clit now, licking and stroking at it without reprieve. She climbed higher, the intensity built, her cries rose and Mac loved every fucking second of it, never wanted it to end.
"Please!" she screamed now, almost insane with the need to come on his mouth. "Please, please, please..."
That was what he'd wanted, what he'd been waiting for. Mirrie trembling and begging, totally spread and open to him, was the most beautiful sight in the world. There was nothing better – except for what happened next.
He pressed his tongue to her clit now, pressed hard. This was the one thing guaranteed to shove Mirrie right over the edge every single time and sure enough, she froze. Her hands were tangled in his hair, her upper body was arched right off the bed, her legs were wrapped around his shoulders. She didn't make a sound, she barely breathed. She just came.
"Fuck, yes," he said as her pussy fluttered and her clit throbbed. "Scream for me, babe. Scream my name."
Her breath came back at his words, and she gasped.
"Shane!" His name in her mouth was a prayer, a plea. "Oh, God! Shane !"
He curled his lips around her hard bundle of nerves now, sucked on it until he coaxed a second orgasm out of her. Her scream this time was inarticulate: it was just pure, animal pleasure as Mirrie came.
Mac didn't let up at all, not until she collapsed with a groan. Only then did he lift his mouth away from her pussy and tenderly mouth kisses along her inner thighs. Slowly, gently, he kissed his way
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