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His hands slid under my ass, kneading my buttocks, then he sucked my clit.

Everything splintered apart. I cried out his name, tugging on his hair, as the orgasm scorched through me. The pleasure was hot, almost painful, and I loved it.

Then every muscle in my body went lax, and I was barely able to think. My breath came in short, shallow pants.

He lifted his head, a smug smile on his glistening lips.

Staring at him, I wanted to see him wrecked as well. To see him lost with pleasure.

I sat up and pushed him back.

He sank back against the cushions. “London—”

“My turn.” I picked up a throw pillow and dropped it onto the stone paving. I slid off the couch and knelt between his legs. I knew we must look debauched—clothes askew, both of us hungry with need—but all I saw was the heat in his eyes.

He was mine.

Mine to touch and taste.

I attacked his belt and wrenched it open, then his suit pants. He wore black boxer shorts underneath that barely contained the thick erection straining them.

He groaned. “London.”

“My turn, Mr. Fury.” I freed his long, thick cock. It was as beautiful as the rest of him. I wrapped my hand around the base, and stroked, watching the muscles in his thighs flex. His cock felt like warm steel.

I stroked him, liking the deep groan that came from him.

Leaning forward, I let my breath wash over the head of his cock. He made another harsh sound, then I wrapped my lips around his hard cock.

“Fuck. Fuck.”

I sucked him, sliding deeper, savoring having his thick arousal in my mouth. He gathered my hair in one hand, his breathing heavy.

“God, baby, yes.” His voice was low, gritty.

Focusing, I slid up his length, using my tongue to trace a pulsing vein. I felt him jerk and mutter under his breath. I smiled around him. I loved giving this man pleasure, breaking him apart.

I found a rhythm that suited me, relaxing to slide him deep, then hollowing my cheeks to create suction that seemed to drive him crazy.

“God, London.” His voice was guttural. “I’m close.”

I took him deeper, focused on making him come. He sucked in an audible breath. I looked up and saw his glittering gaze locked on my face.

“Fuck, I love seeing your lips stretched around my cock.”

My belly spasmed and I rubbed my thighs together. I’d just come, but sucking Kavner’s cock had my arousal flaring again.

A second later, his fingers tightened in my hair. “London.”

I sucked harder, then he made a deep sound, his body jerking. He shoved a little deeper and exploded in my mouth. I swallowed him down.

Feeling a little lightheaded, my hands clenched on his thighs. He eased out of my mouth.

“Come here.” He dragged me up his body. He touched my face, ran a thumb across my swollen lips, then pressed my face against his neck.

We lay there, both of us sprawled against each other, catching our breath.

Then he tipped my face up. His kiss was gentle, and filled with…I wasn’t sure what, but my belly fluttered nervously.

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