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It was wicked. Decadent. So extreme and utterly sexually dominating that it completely laid waste to any thoughts of resistance.
She felt the hard wash of her juices meeting his tongue as that knowledge filtered through her, and gave a low, ecstasy-building moan as erratic pulses of sensation attacked her vagina and spread to her womb.
His tongue pressed inside her, slowly, so slowly, spreading the tissue apart and licking at her like a man starved for the taste of a woman. His groan vibrated into her flesh, causing her clit to swell further.
Breathing was instinct at this point; she knew hers was fast and hard, interrupted only by the involuntary groans and mewls of pleasure pulled from her.
His fingers slid into the crease of her rear, separating her cheeks, parting them. A tug of sensation where she would have never expected added to the sensory overload.
She wouldn’t have expected it, but there was no thought of protesting it. At this point, her body belonged to him, to do with as he wanted.
And what he wanted, it seemed, was every taste of her he could get.
That diabolical tongue slid from her pussy, licked lower, found an area she would have considered forbidden at any other time, and sent a shocked cry spilling from her lips as it drove inside the tight little hole.
Before she could struggle against the caress—if she’d had enough brainpower to consider it—he caught her below her knees and lifted her legs farther, his tongue intent on washing away any inhibitions.
As though her shocked response made him even more intent to ensure she knew, he had no limits where her body was concerned.
Once her response to that penetration went from shock to participation, and the juices started spilling heavier from her, his tongue returned to her pussy, but his fingers lingered.
The slowly building chaos stepped up, swirling faster, hotter through her mind as the waves of sensation intensified and burned brighter.
“That’s it, baby girl,” he crooned as that forbidden entrance parted for the tip of his finger. “Give it to me just like that.”
His finger slid back, gathered the juices spilling from her pussy, and sank inside her again, this time deeper. That heated pinch of her flesh separating mixed with the pleasure pouring through her as his tongue slid to her clit, leaving and applying just enough pressure to have her desperate for release.
His fingers continued their decadent penetration at her rear, working inside the tiny entrance as his lips and tongue tormented her clit, pushing her closer, so close…
He pulled back, ignoring the desperate arch of her body a breath before his other hand slid up her thigh, two fingers tucking at the entrance of her pussy as she felt a thicker intrusion at her rear.
Her eyes flew open, staring back at him as the need to orgasm built to a near-painful level.
“Please,” she breathed out as he gathered more of the slick moisture to lubricate the tiny entrance he had possessed with a finger moments before.
“Please what?” he questioned, his voice gentle, demanding. “What do you want, sugar girl?”
She had no idea what she wanted—she only knew she needed it. Needed it so desperately her body was screaming for it.
“Jack… please…” she gasped as he continued working the building moisture back.
“Please what, my Poppy? What do you want? My fingers?” He stroked the entrance of her pussy. “Here?”
“Please, Jack,” she cried out.
“What about here?” He pressed two fingers against her anal entrance.
“Jack… please… anything…” She wanted to sob, the need for orgasm, for sensation, was so extreme now.
Anything.
As his gaze held hers, his eyes narrowed, and before Poppy could even make sense of what was about to happen, two thick fingers pushed firmly into her rear, burrowing inside her until she tried to scream as the building sensations lashed her body and the pleasure-pain intensity of it blinded her gaze.
At the same time, two fingers worked inside her pussy in the same firm thrust, seating themselves inside her as his lips lowered to her swollen, agonized clitoris.
The dual penetrations were too much. They were decadent, bordering on deviant to her inexperienced mind. When he sucked her clit inside the moist heat of his mouth and began suckling at it as his tongue rubbed, pressed, she swore she was dying.
The detonation built through her senses, then imploded with such a fireworks effect that she became lost to it.
