Wicked Valentine (Sizzling Encounters) by April Angel Page B

neck. She brought a hand back around to his cock, pumping his long, smooth length.
    She gripped his hair in one hand and fisted his cock with the other. “God, Max. You feel so good.”
    He dropped his head to her chest, licking his way down her collarbone to her puckered nipples. Bursts of pleasure lit in her veins, traveled the full length of her spine, and settled in her pussy. His heated mouth surrounded one tight point when he sucked on her tit. He took the full areola in his mouth and flicked his tongue over her swollen flesh. Her pussy throbbed with need. Moisture dripped from her slit, soaking her panties and cotton shorts.
    “Yessss.”
    He continued to suck her nipple hard, sending electric waves straight down to her clit. She moaned louder with each nibble on her sensitive flesh. He moved from one breast to the other, caressed down her stomach to her shorts, and unbuckled them. He kissed his way down her body and pulled down her shorts. Her belly quivered with each hot, openmouthed kiss. He went down to her mound where he nuzzled his nose into her pussy lips.
    She gripped his short hair. Slightly swaying on her feet, she lifted first one leg, then the other out of her shorts, ending up completely naked before him. Her arousal dripped down her thighs.
    “Sabrina you’re so wet. So incredibly sexy, baby.” His hoarse groan only made her hotter. “I’ve never wanted anyone like I want you.”
    She glanced down, leaned her back on the rough bark of the tree, and watched him kneel before her. A soft whimper escaped her at the first feel of his cool wet tongue over her clit.
    “Oh—” She had to bite her lip to keep from groaning louder. “Yesss.” Shudders racked her body with each dart of his tongue over her quivering cunt.
    Widening her stance, she continued to watch. He spread her pussy lips with one hand, shoved his face into her heated core, and licked her as if she was the only water source in the area and he was dying of thirst.
    “God! Max,” she mewled his name, the whimper both a plea and praise.
    Holding his hair tightly in her grip, she dipped a hand to the core of where his tongue lavished her with pleasure. He licked her fingers and her pussy. He twirled his wicked tongue around her tight little nerve bundle with such intense and fast swipes that her legs started to shake. She moved her wet hand from between her legs and lifted it up to one breast, tweaking and squeezing at her nipple, adding pressure to the already mounting tension inside her.
    Her thighs shook, making it hard for her to keep balance, but he just held her open and continued to feast on her. Each lick and suck added to the consuming fire taking over her body. She pinched her nipple harder, rocked her hips on his lips, and moaned. His entire face rubbed her engorged clit. Then he sucked on her. Once, twice, and on the third time, he did it harder.
    “Oh, god!” She choked, and her body convulsed as she tried to hold back the scream that rushed up to her lips.
    Pure ecstasy flowed through her. She gasped, her lungs desperate to take in air at the same time aftershocks rocked her core. Her pussy ached with unfulfilled need. She pulled on his hair. The bold move grabbed his attention enough to get him on his feet.
    Moonlight and campfire light were their only illumination, giving their nighttime escapade a darkened appeal. His usually bright blue eyes had turned into magnetic pools of passion.
    “Fuck me, Max.”
    He shoved a hand in his back pocket, pulled out a condom, and stared at her for a moment. “Are you sure this is what you want?” His voice held a note of something she couldn’t decipher, something she wouldn’t try to figure out in her present aroused state.
    She grasped the foil packet from his hand and tore at the material. Their gazes never wavered from each other while she tugged down his jeans and encased his hard cock with the thin latex.
    “Fuck…me…Max.” She punctuated with a stroke to make him see