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“So sweet. ” His voice rumbled against the ultrasensitive flesh he was caressing with lips and tongue. “Like sweet, warm syrup. ”
His tongue pierced the snug opening as his two fingers penetrated her rear entrance and sent pleasure tearing through her system.
“Oh God. Dawg!” She screamed his name as the dual caresses had her trying to writhe, trying to escape the incredible sensations rocking through her body.
Heat and lightning, fiery flames licked over her flesh and burned beneath the skin. It was incredible. The pleasure was like being stretched upon a rack of impending ecstasy and tortured with the knowledge that rapture awaited.
Breathing was nearly impossible as she reached for it. Her legs strained with the effort to get closer. To drive his fingers deeper, then his tongue deeper. To make him, force him give her what she needed to release her from the almost painful pleasure searing her body.
She tried to tighten her legs, to close them just enough to tighten the sensation on her clit, to give that final pressure she was certain she needed to find her orgasm.
Below her, Dawg chuckled, a rough rasp of arousal and pleasure vibrating through her as his tongue licked with wicked strokes into the snug entrance to her pussy.
His fingers moved farther back. Stroked. Thrust.
“You’re killing me!” Her fingers dug into the mattress, her hips lifted, fighting to get closer, only to have him ease the pressure she so desperately needed.
A ragged cry tore from her throat as a rumbled sound of pleasure whispered over her pussy.
“It’s okay, fancy-face,” he assured her erotically before his tongue licked around her clit again and his fingers flexed in her rear. “I’ll take care of you. ”
His lips covered her clit. He drew it into the heat of his mouth and suckled her, drew on her until she was screaming for relief. His tongue rasped over it, and she begged. As release built in her womb, he eased off, his head lowering, his tongue licking through her juices once again and denying her the relief she was begging for.
“Damn you! Stop teasing me. ” She reached for him, her fingers locking in his hair and clenching as another heated thrust filled her rear.
“I want your ass, Crista,” he groaned, his lips pressing against her thigh before his teeth scraped over the flesh there.
She trembled, remembering the act, knowing what it would do to her, knowing how it would bind her to him. The ultimate submission. He had muttered those words as he took her there the first time. His.
Crista stared back at him as he moved, rising to his knees, spreading her thighs farther apart as his fingers slid from her rear.
“Dawg?” Crista shuddered, watching as he pulled her hips closer and pushed her legs back.
She watched, shocked, torn between feminine fear and erotic thrill as she saw him spread a heavy layer of lubrication over his cock.
It glistened, thick and powerful. Heavy veins pulsed beneath the flesh as the engorged crest visibly throbbed. Crista swallowed tightly. It looked huge, too large, too hard to breach the narrow opening it was tucking against.
“Dawg. ” She lifted her eyes back to his, mesmerized by the eroticism in his expression and the darkening of his light green eyes.
“Are you mine, Crista?” he asked, his voice rasping in the back of his throat as his cock pressed against her, into her.
“Always. ” She couldn’t deny what her soul had always known.
A whimpering cry left her lips as he shifted his hold on her and let her legs fall to his chest while one hand gripped her hip, the other gripped the shaft of his cock.
Crista felt the invasion, slowly, a penetration that sent sensation shattering through the tender nerve endings. Her anal entrance began to stretch, to open beneath the blunt force of his erection.
“Oh God! Dawg, I can’t stand this. ” Her body undulated involuntarily as her hands fisted into the blanket beneath her.
Flames were licking around her rear as the flesh parted. Pleasure and pain, submission and seduction. It was ownership. Not of her mind or really of her body. Ownership of her sensuality, of her pleasure. The intimacy was one so binding that even eight years after he had first given it, she had never recovered from the effects of it on her soul.
He was branding himself onto her soul and into her body.
Her lips opened on a soundless scream as the thickly flared head cleared the entrance, then forged inside once again. He buried his cock head inside the clenching tissue, groaning as she cried out his name in shocked pleasure.
Dawg paused then, his breathing rough, rapid, as sweat trickled down his chest and his eyes lowered to the tender opening he was taking.
“So hot and tight,” he groaned, moving again, slow, shallow thrusts that worked his cock deeper inside her by small degrees. “It’s like being held by flames, Crista. ”
