Maximum Exposure by Alison Kent - Smithson Group SG-5 10 - Maximum Exposure

his teeth, and, oh, fuck, with his fingers and now with his thumbs, spreading her open, exposing her, rubbing and licking, driving into her with a deep, steady stroke.
    Her juices ran down her thighs. She was sticky, and he drank her up, and all she could think about were his big, broad hands and his fingers stroking her, in and out, and in and out, and she was sweating, melting, wound so unbearably tight, and so, so close. She thought she would die of the pleasure before she came. And then he moved his head away, and she just plain thought she would die.
    She looked down, found him looking up, his eyes deviously bright as he moved his fingers, making love to her as he would with his cock, a teasing insertion, an agonizing withdrawal, repeating the motion until he had her where he wanted her, dependent on him, aching for him, needing him.
    He gave a slow, sultry nod, as if giving her permission, and if she’d had anything remaining that resembled control, she would have laughed at realizing the truth. This man was not unfamiliar with women. In fact, he knew them quite well.
    And when she saw in his eyes a shared flicker of amusement, she let everything go and came in his hands like she had never come in her life.

Thirteen
    I f he could take back what had just passed between them, Roman wasn’t sure that he would. Yeah, he’d just screwed himself over in more ways than he could count, but what the hell. It was done. And she was done. And there was no way he was walking out of this room without getting his, too.
    He got to his feet, helped her out of the blazer, and holding her hands, backed toward the chair where she’d promised to make him feel good.
    She shook off her sex daze and smiled, her fingers making fast work of his belt, his button, and his zipper. It was all he could do not to reach for her tits and squeeze, but he was afraid they’d never get to his cock if he did.
    She seemed just as ready, tugging down his pants and his boxers, and shoving everything he wore to his feet before shoving him into the chair. She knelt between his spread legs, her gaze crawling over him, taking in his shoulders, his biceps, his chest, and his abs before settling on his groin.
    “God, but you’re gorgeous,” she said, and he wasn’t sure if her compliment included all of him or only his cock.
    “I don’t look half as good now as I will with you in my lap.”
    “I’ll be there in a minute.” She leaned forward, flicked her tongue over the slit in the engorged head, wrapped one hand around his shaft, and squeezed. “This is just too yummy not to gulp down.”
    As he watched, she leaned forward and swallowed a whole lot of the twelve inches he offered her. She licked and sucked and opened the tip with her tongue, her free hand fondling his balls before stroking the extension of his erection that bulged all the way to his ass.
    He spread his legs wider and groaned, fighting the urge to thrust into her mouth as well as the urge to come. He had more control than to be quick on the draw, but goddamn if she couldn’t suck the chrome off a trailer hitch, and her finger in his butt wasn’t helping.
    “Enough,” he growled, grabbing her shoulders, closing his legs, and urging her up to straddle him. She did everything he wanted, her thighs opened wide as he held the base of his cock and slumped to get the angle that would do them both the most good.
    She moved her hands to the chair back and slowly lowered her hips, taking the whole of his cock in one smooth downward stroke, grinding against him when she sat. She shuddered, shook, her body tense, her pussy holding him tight.
    When she sucked in a sharp breath, he asked, “You okay?”
    She nodded, her hair falling across his chest, tickling him. “I’m beyond okay. I’m in heaven.”
    He gathered up her hair, held it to the side. He wanted to see her cunt, the way he spread her open, her pink flesh sucking at his thick black cock. Her heaven was going to be his hell. What