Midnight Sins by Lora Leigh Page B

violently
    sensitive flesh with hungry sensual strokes. Each hard
    licking thrust. Each plunge of his tongue triggered a
    flash fire. Each penetration sent pulses of sizzling
    pleasure surging across her nerve endings as the
    explosions of release began tearing through her
    system pumping.
    “Rafer!” She screamed hoarsely. Suddenly flung
    into a vortex of sensation so incredible, so intense,
    she knew she’d lost another part of herself to him.
    Her upper body jerked, quivering as she flung her
    head back and clenched her hands in his hair. She
    felt his tongue rubbing the sensitive tissue. Each
    stroke, each caress prolonging the explosions
    rippling through the sensitive flesh of her pussy.
    Pleasure swirled through her, the explosion still
    vibrating, echoing through her pussy.
    Then it was gone. His tongue pulled back, licked
    her clit, his lips surrounding it and sucking it hard and
    deep into his mouth as he forced her to lie back,
    pressing his hand between her breasts firmly.
    Her knees tightened at his shoulders, her hips
    surging beneath the caress of his mouth.
    Her hips lifted, rolled, a groan filling the room as
    his fingers went to her nipples again, pinching and
    pulling at the tender buds as he whipped the
    sensations through her clit hard and fast as she felt
    the sizzling, burning explosion ripping through her
    again.
    This time, it went deeper, harder.
    As the fiery tension began rushing through her
    again he pushed two fingers into the depths of her
    pussy, stretching her again, sending her senses
    rushing into that realm of agony and ecstasy. The
    detonation of ecstasy began spreading through her,
    overtaking her senses.
    He didn’t give her body a chance to adjust to the
    impalement. With the first hard, inward stroke he
    pulled back, pushed in again, pumping his fingers into
    her sex with quick destructive jerks as he sucked and
    licked at her clit with deliberately sensual strokes.
    She couldn’t bear it. She couldn’t hold on. The
    sensations were too extreme, blazing through her,
    building immediately from the last orgasm and
    building the next with each lick, suck, touch.
    She felt her eyes roll back as it hit her again, the
    pleasure surging so deep, so filled with a sense of
    agonizing rapture that there was no resisting. There
    was no denying it. The tension stringing tight and
    blazing hot inside her exploded with a suddenness
    she couldn’t have prepared herself for.
    She came to his lips again, jerking against him, a
    sob tearing from her lips as she let the pleasure
    surrounded her, racing through her with an implosion
    so forceful she felt her womb contract, as her pussy
    began to spasm and clench violently.
    She was flying, hurtling through a place of such
    ecstasy that she couldn’t force herself down. She
    couldn’t ease back; and she couldn’t dim the impact
    of the sensations she had only felt with Rafer.
    The vibrations of ecstasy hadn’t eased. They
    hadn’t even begun to ease when he jerked to his feet,
    gripped his cock, and pressed it into the swollen,
    flushed folds of her saturated pussy.
    She watched again, panting, still trembling and
    shuddering with each aftershock of pleasure
    bombarding her.
    “Yes,” she breathed out roughly at the burning
    heat beginning to spread through the entrance. “Oh,
    Rafer, yes. Fuck me. Fuck me hard and deep.” She
    was almost sobbing, hips lifting as he began working
    his cock inside her. “I dream of it, Rafer,” she sobbed
    desperately. “I dream of every touch.”
    “Oh yeah, baby, milk my dick,” he whispered
    down at her. “Milk it good, sweetheart. Pull my cock
    right into that tight little pussy.”
    The erotic, explicit words stroked the flames
    higher. Her pussy clenched tighter, doing just as he
    asked, milking the broad head of his erection as he
    worked it inside her, stretched her. The snug, hungry
    flesh surrounded it, and rippled around the crest.
    The pleasure was violent. Sharp spears of
    electric