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ps sensually. Lips swollen from his kisses, reddened from them.
“If I thought it would make you think twice, then I damned sure would,” he bit out roughly as he pulled her legs apart, gripped her hips, and pulled her to the edge of the bed.
Pushing her legs back, John bent his head to the dew-glistening folds of her pussy and swiped his tongue through the narrow, syrup-laden slit.
God, she was as sweet as an early morning rainfall. Her pussy was heated, her clit standing out hard and glistening, need tightening every muscle in her body.
The taste of her was pure nectar. Stiffening his tongue, he pushed it into the velvety grip of her vagina, feeling it clench around him, shuddering with pleasure.
Her juices spilled to his tongue, filling his senses with the addictively sweet taste of her. He could take her like this for hours. Fucking her with his tongue, tasting her pleasure and her hunger, searing her taste into his senses.
“Oh God. John,” she called out his name, her voice husky, vibrating with sweet sensual intensity. He could hear the surrender in her voice, feel it in her body.
Fucking his tongue deeper, harder inside the snug grip of her pussy, he couldn’t help but moan at the liquid passion that flowed from it. Licking at the soft fall of juices, caressing her, tasting her, he grew drunk on the very essence of her.
Lifting his lips he bestowed a swift, hard kiss to the plump, swollen folds before his tongue found the distended little button of her clit. His fingers moved to the soft folds his lips had left, parting them, finding the soft entrance to her body that his tongue had raided moments before.
He sent two fingers working inside her as his lips covered her clit. Sucking it inside his mouth he let his tongue play with it as his fingers stroked past the tight grip of tender muscles that clenched around them.
Her pussy was hot, gripping, tightening on the digits as he sucked at her clit, licked at it, felt it swell and throb beneath his tongue.
She was close. So very close. Fear and danger had spiked sensation. Need and hunger had intensified it until John felt as though he were burning in the center of a white-hot flame.
She was his. His woman. His life.
Flicking his tongue faster over the distended bud, he claimed with his mouth, he felt her arching in his grip. Her hips writhed, impaling her snug pussy on his stroking fingers, working her clit against his tongue until he felt her exploding around him.
Groaning, forcing himself to bite back his own cries he jerked back, positioned his cock and as her pussy vibrated with the force of her orgasm he began penetrating her.
His eyes focused on the center of her body, watched as the soft, sweet folds of her flesh parted for the flared head of his cock, watched her body take him. With quick, desperate thrusts he worked his way inside the shuddering entrance, groaning now as she took him, inch by inch, her cries echoing in his head until he was seated to the hilt inside her.
And then he just let himself feel. The way her pussy rippled around his cock, milked it, clenching on it with a fiery suckling sensation that had him shaking his head as he fought to hold on to his control.
“Never again.” He lifted his gaze, staring into her eyes as he fought to hold on to the need to spill inside her. “Never again, Bailey. Never do that again. Never risk yourself like that again. Do you hear me?”
She stared back at him and for a second he saw the flash of pain in her eyes.
“Like you did?”
His jaw clenched. His hips moved. He couldn’t hold back the need to thrust inside her, to force her to acknowledge, if only to herself, that she could never risk her life like this again. Never again.
“Never, Bailey.” Pushing her legs back again, he worked his cock inside her, hard, filling strokes that had her lifting to him, had her crying out his name, begging him, pleading.
“Never again,” he snapped as he began to lose control.
He couldn’t lose her. As long as she lived, he breathed. She was the light in a world of darkness. He couldn’t survive if she wasn’t in it.
She shook her head. Her pussy clenched tighter, rippled around his cock, stroked him with fingers of flaming sensation that nearly destroyed his mind.
Control was shot.
Groaning her name, he moved over her, his lips burning against hers as he began to fuck her with deep, fierce strokes, thrusting inside her as she cried out beneath the kiss and exploded in his arms.
Her orgasm rained liquid fire over the violently sensitive head of his cock. It clenched and tightened, sucked at his shaft, and tore the final threat of control from his grasp.
When he came, he felt as though a part of himself, his soul, shot inside her with his release. He couldn’t hold back the throttled groan, her name, a prayer. Ecstasy blistered his senses, tore through his soul, and left him gasping in the wake of sensations he couldn’t describe. All he knew was that this was why he lived. For Bailey. For her touch, her kiss.
He lived for Bailey.
