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She pulled back, curled her tongue over the lip, flickered against it as a groan tore from his chest.

He pulled his fingers back from beneath her panties, stared down at her with wicked promise, then laid a light, sensual little tap against her pussy, over the wet silk of her panties.

She froze. Her gray eyes nearly went black then her mouth covered the head of his cock and she was sucking with hungry, aroused demand.

“Like that, baby?” he whispered. “Should I spank that pretty pussy for you?”

She jerked, the sweet suction of her mouth deepened, drawing his balls impossibly tighter as he laid another heavy caress to the silk-covered mound and nearly blew every ounce of come tightening through his cock.

Sabella tried to scream as she sucked him deep. The heavy caresses, not really smacks but a deep, fiery impact against her sensitive flesh, were flashing through her nerve endings, ripping through the rest of her body.

It was nothing gentle. She didn’t want gentle. For each fiery caress she sucked him deeper, firmer, lashed her tongue over the sensitive crest and told him with more than words the pleasure tearing through her.

“You love it.” He cupped her pussy, rotated the pad of his palm over her clit. “You like it just a little rough, don’t you, baby? Just a little bit. Enough to make it burn.”

She loved the burn.

She couldn’t believe he was doing this, here in his truck. He’d never done anything this extreme in the whole time she had known him before his disappearance. He had never loved her like this, taken her with such lust and hunger.

Holy hell. Noah felt the need exploding his brain. Adrenaline punched through his system. Lust sliced through his senses. He wasn’t going to be able to hold back. If he didn’t get her sweet mouth off his cock he was going to explode.

He pulled back. Smoothed his palm over her wet panties and heard her sharp intake of breath. He laid another heated caress. It wasn’t a slap, it was a heavy pat, enough to make her burn, to make her clit pulse and throb, but not enough to make her come. Not yet. He wanted her to come on his lips, against his tongue. He wanted to feel her pussy clenching, creaming, tightening for him.

He pulled back, lifted her, moved her until her head was in the corner across from the steering wheel. He spread her legs wide, stared down at the pale peach wet silk that covered her mound.

He drew her panties over her thighs, pressed her legs together, her knees back, lifting her legs as he drew the silk off her legs and then stared down at the pretty pink folds and the curve of her ass.

Smoothing his hand over the pretty rise of her butt he lifted it, then tapped it. Just a little smack.

The light of the moon gleamed over the pale flesh as his fingers slid to the narrow cleft, caressed, felt her juices coating the little entrance there, below her pussy.

“Do you need, baby?”

“Noah.” She moaned his name, her voice dazed, her fingers clawing at the leather seats behind her, marking them forever.

The abuse to the leather filled him with a sharp surge of satisfaction. Marked. Branded by her passion. Just as he was.

He lowered her legs, spread them again, and stared at the pretty, shadowed folds of her pussy. His jaw clenched. He wanted to see more.

He flipped on the dim floor lights, his jaw clenching, teeth grinding at the sight of the silky moisture glazing her pussy.

“I’m goin’ down on you,” he bit out, moved back until one knee braced on the floor and his head lowered to the sweet, pretty flesh of her pussy.

His Sabella.

Wet.

Hot.

“God. Noah. Yes.” Her hips arched to him.

“What do you want, Sabella?” He breathed over the wet flesh. “Tell me, baby. Tell me how you want it. Slow and sweet?” He licked through the swollen folds, gathered her juices, and groaned at the fresh, sweet taste of her.

“Or hard? Fast?” He lifted her, shoved his tongue inside her as a thin, ragged scream left her lips.

He felt the delicate, feminine muscles clamping on his tongue, milking it. His cock jerked in response. The engorged crown throbbed, pulsed. Hell. If he didn’t touch her, taste her, take her, he was going to die. If he didn’t have her one more time he was going to expire.

He wanted all of her. Every touch, every taste.

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