on his knees before her, parting her thighs, his hot mouth on her pussy.
God . She gasped. Felt the orgasm rising already.
Damn him. She rocked her hips, shoved her pussy at his mouth. Rode his face as he lapped at her, nipped at her clitoris, then soothed the heated flesh with his tongue.
She wouldn't even try resisting. Of all the lovers she'd ever had, only Sam never got stale. Never ceased to surprise her. Challenge her.
And she wasn't stupid. She would take this orgasm, and she would ride it. Seize it and milk it for all it was worth.
His thumb thrust into her pussy, hitting her g-spot with his unerring knack—
She shivered with pleasure. "You make me crazy."
He lifted his head long enough to draw her attention to the glistening of her juices on his lips.
"Deal with it, babe." With a grin, he was on her again.
And she was coming and coming and coming in the waves of bliss Sam never failed to stir.
Before she could gather her wits, he was on his feet, his fly only half-undone in his haste to get to her.
He shoved inside, and they both moaned.
Their eyes met.
"I'll get tired of you soon," she warned.
"No, you won't," he grinned. Pulled out and waited.
While her pussy ached for him.
She levered up and reached to bring him back.
"Want some of this?" He stepped away, his smile wide and wicked and playful. "Come and get it, babe."
She went very still to outfox him.
He paused, dick in hand. Shrugged. "Okay, then. Guess the boys and I will have to play out this hand without you." He began to stroke his shaft from plump head to root.
The glistening, ruddy mushroom head drew her gaze like a magnet. As she watched, his already impressive cock lengthened, thickened.
She rose. Strolled, bare-assed, around the back of the sofa, then turned to face him. "Seems to me that you've forgotten something, Slick."
One eyebrow rose, but he didn't stop stroking himself. Cupping his testicles in one big hand.
Damn it. He was killing her. It would be criminal to waste that body on making love to himself.
Unless… Hmmm…
"It's my turn—you don't remember that? My dare. I let you have my ass last time. And you didn't even ask, you just did it."
"Your mouth was full."
She wasn't going to laugh. Smart ass. But three men had indeed been inside her.
"You liked it." His eyes grew impossibly dark. "Loved it, babe. The feel of Carlos inside your pussy rubbing against my cock in your ass…"
She wanted to disagree, to tell him that he was too big and it had hurt too much.
But she'd be lying. He was big, and she'd always thought it would hurt, but…
As she remembered, a little moan escaped.
And his cock, if possible, got even stiffer in his hand.
"Yeah," he growled. "It felt amazing to me, too. Get over here," he growled.
She nearly went to him, as hot as he was to experience the pleasure.
"My. Turn." She resisted long enough to remind him.
He closed his eyes. "Damn you, Dani. The Game isn't everything."
For a second their gazes locked, and a shiver ran through her at the thought of there being more.
She closed her eyes, trying to remind herself that this was just sex. That they were strangers. That this was only fun, an exercise in wicked indulgence, pushing themselves, pushing each other to see what the limits were.
A lump rose in her throat, and she was half-sick with fear that she would forget the ground rules. Make this into more than it could be.
"Come with me," she said, crooking her finger but not meeting his gaze as she padded toward her bedroom.
Wondering if he would leave or follow.
Night had fallen. The drapes concealing her wide balcony were open. She opened her French doors wide, and the city spilled at her feet. Buildings around her watched like greedy eyes.
And she was well aware that greedy eyes could be observing from any of them.
Movement shifted her gaze to the mirrored wall beside her luxurious, wide bed.
He'd followed her. Her eyes closed in relief.
His jeans were buttoned back
God . She gasped. Felt the orgasm rising already.
Damn him. She rocked her hips, shoved her pussy at his mouth. Rode his face as he lapped at her, nipped at her clitoris, then soothed the heated flesh with his tongue.
She wouldn't even try resisting. Of all the lovers she'd ever had, only Sam never got stale. Never ceased to surprise her. Challenge her.
And she wasn't stupid. She would take this orgasm, and she would ride it. Seize it and milk it for all it was worth.
His thumb thrust into her pussy, hitting her g-spot with his unerring knack—
She shivered with pleasure. "You make me crazy."
He lifted his head long enough to draw her attention to the glistening of her juices on his lips.
"Deal with it, babe." With a grin, he was on her again.
And she was coming and coming and coming in the waves of bliss Sam never failed to stir.
Before she could gather her wits, he was on his feet, his fly only half-undone in his haste to get to her.
He shoved inside, and they both moaned.
Their eyes met.
"I'll get tired of you soon," she warned.
"No, you won't," he grinned. Pulled out and waited.
While her pussy ached for him.
She levered up and reached to bring him back.
"Want some of this?" He stepped away, his smile wide and wicked and playful. "Come and get it, babe."
She went very still to outfox him.
He paused, dick in hand. Shrugged. "Okay, then. Guess the boys and I will have to play out this hand without you." He began to stroke his shaft from plump head to root.
The glistening, ruddy mushroom head drew her gaze like a magnet. As she watched, his already impressive cock lengthened, thickened.
She rose. Strolled, bare-assed, around the back of the sofa, then turned to face him. "Seems to me that you've forgotten something, Slick."
One eyebrow rose, but he didn't stop stroking himself. Cupping his testicles in one big hand.
Damn it. He was killing her. It would be criminal to waste that body on making love to himself.
Unless… Hmmm…
"It's my turn—you don't remember that? My dare. I let you have my ass last time. And you didn't even ask, you just did it."
"Your mouth was full."
She wasn't going to laugh. Smart ass. But three men had indeed been inside her.
"You liked it." His eyes grew impossibly dark. "Loved it, babe. The feel of Carlos inside your pussy rubbing against my cock in your ass…"
She wanted to disagree, to tell him that he was too big and it had hurt too much.
But she'd be lying. He was big, and she'd always thought it would hurt, but…
As she remembered, a little moan escaped.
And his cock, if possible, got even stiffer in his hand.
"Yeah," he growled. "It felt amazing to me, too. Get over here," he growled.
She nearly went to him, as hot as he was to experience the pleasure.
"My. Turn." She resisted long enough to remind him.
He closed his eyes. "Damn you, Dani. The Game isn't everything."
For a second their gazes locked, and a shiver ran through her at the thought of there being more.
She closed her eyes, trying to remind herself that this was just sex. That they were strangers. That this was only fun, an exercise in wicked indulgence, pushing themselves, pushing each other to see what the limits were.
A lump rose in her throat, and she was half-sick with fear that she would forget the ground rules. Make this into more than it could be.
"Come with me," she said, crooking her finger but not meeting his gaze as she padded toward her bedroom.
Wondering if he would leave or follow.
Night had fallen. The drapes concealing her wide balcony were open. She opened her French doors wide, and the city spilled at her feet. Buildings around her watched like greedy eyes.
And she was well aware that greedy eyes could be observing from any of them.
Movement shifted her gaze to the mirrored wall beside her luxurious, wide bed.
He'd followed her. Her eyes closed in relief.
His jeans were buttoned back
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