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“Oh baby,” he growled, pushing up on the pillows, reclining back. “Just love it with your mouth. A dick is pretty damned easy to please. Suck it, lick it, let it know it’s loved, and it will perform all night for you.”
That little dimple again. It flashed at her cheek.
“I love it a lot,” she breathed, dipped her head, and licked over the heavy crown. “A whole lot, Ethan.”
God, help him. She made love to his cock. With a little encouragement here and there, and a whole lot of gut-torn moans from him. He was tortured. Paying for his sins in the worst way.
This sweet little virgin was sucking his soul out of the head of his cock and he was loving every second of it.
“Yeah, baby, suck it deep.” His hands bunched in the long corkscrew curls of her hair. “Christ. Yeah. Suck it like that.” She tucked the head against the roof of her mouth, worked her tongue beneath it, played with the curved ball that pierced the foreskin, as he told her, and he almost lost it.
Her hands stroked, caressed. She knew the rudiments, and what she knew, she learned how to work. She loved his cock like chocolate, and he was dying from it. She licked, sucked, moaned around it. She played with the piercing beneath the head the same way he wanted to play with hers. With torturous pleasure. Until he knew, one more touch and he was going to lose it. He was going to fill her mouth when he wanted nothing more than to fill her hot little pussy again.
He lifted her away from him, pushing her back on the bed despite her erotic struggles. She was panting, breathing heavily. And when he jerked her hips forward and laid his lips to her clit, she froze.
She tasted of sweet hot woman, and himself. He wasn’t a man who normally got into the taste of himself on a woman, but with this woman, hell, however he could get his lips on that hard little clit, he was all for it.
And the taste of them together—damn, it shouldn’t be exciting. It shouldn’t make his dick harder. But it did. And the feel of her response ripped through his senses.
Sarah bent her knees, unashamedly parting her thighs and allowing Ethan access to her intimate flesh. What he was doing was threatening to destroy her. He was playing with the little ball at the end of the curved metal piercing the hood of her clit, rolling his tongue over it, stroking it against the little bundle of nerves.
Sarah found herself so lost in the pleasure, the spiraling, the incredible hot sensations, that she could do nothing more than writhe and moan beneath him.
It was so good. Better than her dreams.
He was rolling the hard little gold ball against his tongue and stroking her clit at the same time. He sucked both into his mouth, laved around them. Sensations piled inside her. Her heart raced. Blood thundered through her veins. She felt herself—inside and out—twisting with hot licks of such incredible pleasure that she could only cry out against it.
“Easy does it, baby.” Callused hands gripped her hips, held her in place against the bed. “Just let it feel good, Sair. That’s my girl.” He kissed her. Kissed her clit. Flicked his tongue over it. “So damned pretty. Just let me play a minute and then you can come all over me, baby. Just a minute.”
She didn’t want to wait a minute. Sarah whimpered out against the pleasure, her hands threading into his hair, pulling at it, trying to drag him closer.
“Come on, Sair,” he whispered devilishly. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want to come.” Her head thrashed on the bed.
“Tell me how to make you come, baby. Come on, tell Cooper how to make you feel good.”
“Ethan,” she panted, a protest and a cry of need. “Oh God, Ethan, suck my clit. Suck it. Let me come.”
He sucked, he lapped, but he only threw her higher, made the pleasure hotter, brighter, the need like jagged forks of electricity racing over her flesh. His tongue played with the little ring and gold ball piercing her clit. He sucked and loved it.
He teased her. Tormented her. Left her sweating, pleading, and when he began to suckle her, firmly, rapidly, his tongue playing over the little gold ball above her clit, she exploded.
She flew. She felt herself melt and went willingly into the rainbow of explosive, torrential heat.
The hard thrust of his cock inside her, the feel of his cock ring stroking her flesh, dragging over it, left her shaking, arching. Crying. And sent another orgasm crashing through her.
“Yes!”
“Fuck, Sair.” He dragged her closer as he knelt over her, his hips thrusting.
The pleasure-pain. The stretching burn. The exacting, incredible ecstasy of this. How had she waited? How had she stood back from him for so long, knowing instinctively, to her soul, what being with him would mean?
Her arms wrapped around his neck, her nails bit into his flesh. She lifted and raised, cried his name, and then felt herself unraveling again.
It was too much. The pleasure. It was like dying inside and being reborn. It was like being filled with life.
Above her, inside her, she felt Ethan’s release. Deep, hard spurts of his semen filling her and her breath caught at the realization that
