minute she took him into her mouth. She was going to lose herself in the sensuality he
wrapped around her.
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He terrified her. The knowledge of what he could do to her had her shaking before him.
“There, Crista.” His hand tangled in her hair, cupping the side of her head as he drew her forward. “Just a little bit, fancy-face. Suck me just a little bit.”
Just a little bit?
Crista whimpered as the thick crest touched her lips, parted them, slid inside.
She couldn’t help herself. Because she did remember that night, and she knew exactly what he had taught
her. She knew what he liked then, but would he like it now?
Tentatively, she swirled her tongue over the engorged head, feeling his thighs clench, hearing the ragged groan that rumbled in his chest. His hand tightened in her hair, pulling at the strands and sending a
tingling heat through her scalp.
His chest was moving fiercely, rising and falling quickly as her own breathing became labored, and she let her mouth fill with the head of his cock and the few inches beyond that she could manage.
“Sweet God. Crista. Sweetheart. Ah God yes, suck my dick, fancy-face. Hard and deep…”
Dawg felt his head fall back against the cushion behind him and fought to breathe. Her mouth was hot,
tight, drawing over his cock head, her tongue rasping the ultrasensitive flesh beneath it. His balls drew up painfully tight as her fingers were tucked beneath them, cupping them, massaging the taut sac with such
wicked caresses that he had to clench his teeth to hold back the brutal pleasure tearing through him.
He struggled to open his eyes, to stare down at her. God help him, she was gorgeous. Long hair flowed
around her flushed face, her lips stretched wide around his dick, her dark eyes almost black.
Delicate fingers gripped the shaft, working it slow and easy as she drew on the pleasure-tortured crest. She sucked it, tongued it. Her cheeks hollowed and her eyes glowed, and he swore he saw the same needs in
her eyes that he felt ripping through his guts.
Hunger like nothing he had ever known before.
“Ah yes.” He hissed out on a hard breath of pleasure as she worked the head of his cock with strong sucks and fast, flickering lashes of her tongue. “That’s good, baby. So good.”
He pulled at her hair, drawing her head back, feeling her fight the tug at the strands and watching the
pleasure that consumed her expression.
He pulled at her hair again, his teeth gritting as her lashes fluttered and she took his cock deeper into her mouth.
“Like that?” He was almost shaking with the pleasure.
“Hmm.” She lifted her lips from his aching flesh and raised her eyes.
“Do you?” she asked him a second before her tongue took a lingering taste of the underside of his cock.
“Oh hell yes,” he groaned, sending a surge of pleasure racing through her. “It’s so damned good I’m about to burn alive with it.”
His abdomen flexed and rippled with tension. His scrotum was tight as she cupped and caressed it in the
palm of her hand, and heat radiated from him.
Crista took him into her mouth again, holding his gaze, sucking him deep and hard as she remembered,
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licking the underside and feeling her own edge of ecstasy twisting inside her at the pleasure she was
bringing him.
She knew better than this, better than to allow herself to be affected by his pleasure. But she couldn’t help it now any more than she could have done anything to stop it eight years before.
She loved giving Dawg pleasure. She loved watching his expression tense as he fought for control, how
his body tensed and a sheen of sweat slicked his muscles.
Her mouth moved on his cock, taking as much as possible, holding it deep and then retreating to suckle at the head with
wrapped around her.
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He terrified her. The knowledge of what he could do to her had her shaking before him.
“There, Crista.” His hand tangled in her hair, cupping the side of her head as he drew her forward. “Just a little bit, fancy-face. Suck me just a little bit.”
Just a little bit?
Crista whimpered as the thick crest touched her lips, parted them, slid inside.
She couldn’t help herself. Because she did remember that night, and she knew exactly what he had taught
her. She knew what he liked then, but would he like it now?
Tentatively, she swirled her tongue over the engorged head, feeling his thighs clench, hearing the ragged groan that rumbled in his chest. His hand tightened in her hair, pulling at the strands and sending a
tingling heat through her scalp.
His chest was moving fiercely, rising and falling quickly as her own breathing became labored, and she let her mouth fill with the head of his cock and the few inches beyond that she could manage.
“Sweet God. Crista. Sweetheart. Ah God yes, suck my dick, fancy-face. Hard and deep…”
Dawg felt his head fall back against the cushion behind him and fought to breathe. Her mouth was hot,
tight, drawing over his cock head, her tongue rasping the ultrasensitive flesh beneath it. His balls drew up painfully tight as her fingers were tucked beneath them, cupping them, massaging the taut sac with such
wicked caresses that he had to clench his teeth to hold back the brutal pleasure tearing through him.
He struggled to open his eyes, to stare down at her. God help him, she was gorgeous. Long hair flowed
around her flushed face, her lips stretched wide around his dick, her dark eyes almost black.
Delicate fingers gripped the shaft, working it slow and easy as she drew on the pleasure-tortured crest. She sucked it, tongued it. Her cheeks hollowed and her eyes glowed, and he swore he saw the same needs in
her eyes that he felt ripping through his guts.
Hunger like nothing he had ever known before.
“Ah yes.” He hissed out on a hard breath of pleasure as she worked the head of his cock with strong sucks and fast, flickering lashes of her tongue. “That’s good, baby. So good.”
He pulled at her hair, drawing her head back, feeling her fight the tug at the strands and watching the
pleasure that consumed her expression.
He pulled at her hair again, his teeth gritting as her lashes fluttered and she took his cock deeper into her mouth.
“Like that?” He was almost shaking with the pleasure.
“Hmm.” She lifted her lips from his aching flesh and raised her eyes.
“Do you?” she asked him a second before her tongue took a lingering taste of the underside of his cock.
“Oh hell yes,” he groaned, sending a surge of pleasure racing through her. “It’s so damned good I’m about to burn alive with it.”
His abdomen flexed and rippled with tension. His scrotum was tight as she cupped and caressed it in the
palm of her hand, and heat radiated from him.
Crista took him into her mouth again, holding his gaze, sucking him deep and hard as she remembered,
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licking the underside and feeling her own edge of ecstasy twisting inside her at the pleasure she was
bringing him.
She knew better than this, better than to allow herself to be affected by his pleasure. But she couldn’t help it now any more than she could have done anything to stop it eight years before.
She loved giving Dawg pleasure. She loved watching his expression tense as he fought for control, how
his body tensed and a sheen of sweat slicked his muscles.
Her mouth moved on his cock, taking as much as possible, holding it deep and then retreating to suckle at the head with
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