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“Deeper,” he demanded, finding her nipple with his thumb and forefinger and exerting the lightest pressure.
The needy moan that slipped from her was all he needed.
Pulling back, watching her lips surround him, reddened and filled with his flesh, only deepened the hunger for more. To take more. To teach her the ultimate pleasure a woman could give a man with her mouth.
Pushing back inside, slow, feeling her mouth tighten, her tongue rubbing along the undercrest, dragged a groan from his chest.
“Take me deeper, baby. Can you do it, Zoey? Can you open that sweet throat enough to give me just a taste of it?” he dared her as her mouth tightened around the fiercely engorged crown. “Give me your throat, you little hellion. Swallow on my cock.”
He gave her the pressure she needed on her tight little nipple, rolling it in a heated grip, releasing it, tightening as he watched her eyes grow dazed.
Her lips eased further past the blunt width filling her mouth, slowly, taking him by increments as she felt her way through the act.
“Breathe in through your nose, deep.” It was all he could do to speak as she breathed in and he thrust deeper.
The heavy width of his cock head slipped to the entrance of that ultratight spot.
“Now swallow,” he groaned. “Damn me, baby, swallow on me,” he groaned.
She swallowed on the pressure, moaned, and sent racking shudders of violent pleasure ripping up his spine.
“Ahh fuck.” He pulled her head back, watching, holding her in place with the pressure on her hair, tugging, giving her a little burn as he let his fingers tighten on her nipple.
As he gave her the fire he thrust deep again, her mouth tightening, throat opening. She swallowed, moaned, that ring of color deepening around her iris, excitement blazing in her expression.
She was loving it. Moving on his cock, slow and easy, learning what she could take, what she couldn’t. And she was taking far more of him than the oversensitized flesh could bear.
Ah hell. He couldn’t take much more. His balls were so tight, so full of his cum he couldn’t bear it. When he released, it was going to be like touching death. Could he survive it? Would he recover from a pleasure that deep?
A harsh groan tore from him when her lips slid down again, his cock pushing in deeper . . . oh fuck, that little bit deeper . . .
“I’m going to cum, Zoey.” He had seconds. Only seconds. “And you’re going to take it,” he snarled, hips bunching, self-control disintegrating. “Every drop, Zoey. Oh God—every fucking drop . . .”
Her moan vibrated on him, the sound a rush of sharp, brutal pleasure.
He was dying.
He sank that little bit deeper. Just that little bit, enough that when she swallowed and moaned, he lost his senses. Lost all control.
“That’s it. Fuck, Zoey. That’s it. Take me.” He pulled back, thrust past her lips, watched her eyes, and fucked straight to that hungry throat again. Again.
Doogan watched that color of her eyes glow, her long drawn-out little moan sinking into the head of his dick, and he lost it.
“All of it,” he rasped, the brutal sensations racking his body before shattering with such brilliant pleasure it tore through his senses.
Flames danced over his balls when she released the pressure at the base of his shaft. Lightning ripped up his spine. His cum shot from the throbbing, engorged head and she swallowed.
“God, yes. Swallow on me, baby . . . ah hell . . .” Swallowing, her tight little throat clenching on the end of his cock head, rippling over it, pulling another brutal pulse of semen to her throat.
Fucking moaned . . .
“Ah hell. Ah, Zoey. Sweet, sweet fucking mouth,” he rasped, pulse after pulse of his semen spilling to her, his release so deep, so deep, so fucking sweet—and she was shuddering, racking tremors racing over her, shocking him as her cry pulsed around his cock and had the next jetting explosion of cum shooting from him with a violence that dragged a groan of pure agonized pleasure from his lips.
He had never, at any time, had a woman find her release from excitement alone, her orgasm rippling through her from the act of giving him such pleasure. Never had a woman taken him with a natural desire to give rather than take, to pleasure him and to find her pleasure while doing it.
Until Zoey.
Until she destroyed him with her hot little mouth and he was afraid, branded his senses in ways he’d never be free of. In ways he’d have to force himself free of when his job in Somerset was finished.
