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He jerked her to him, his body drawn tight, pulsing with demand, pressing his erection into her stomach as he bent her head back.

“Don’t you?” he growled, his mouth going to her neck, his teeth rasping roughly, making her body shudder with longing. “We could seduce you, Sarah. No one would force you, no one would ask more than you could give.”

“I won’t do it.” Her voice was weak, her body wilting against his as his hands pushed under the bikini bottoms, dragging her against him, pressing her crotch against his straining arousal as he ground himself against her.

“Then I won’t force you.” He shook his head, staring down at her, his eyes so heartbreaking in their sadness, were also tender. Aroused for her, wanting her. Fighting to reassure her. “But I won’t let you go either, Sarah. I can’t. Don’t you understand, baby? You stand between me and the darkness. You always have. Your taste, your touch. All of it. I’ve lived for it for six years. I can’t stop now.”

Her skin was too sensitive, her body too aroused. When his lips took hers, his hands guiding hers to the front of his jeans, she had no resistance left. She was quaking inside, a fury of desire racing through her system, making her crazy for him. Crazy to have him buried hard and deep inside her. Her hands released the metal buttons, then pushed the material desperately from his thighs, dragging his underwear with them, going to her knees, hunger invading her.

She wanted his cock filling her mouth. She wanted to taste him, clean and hard, his need for her in the hard pulse of his flesh. She was desperate to taste him, hungry for the hard jets of semen he would reward her caress with.

“Son of a bitch.” His rough groan followed the swipe of her tongue over the swollen head of his cock.

His hands clenched in her hair, pushing the length of his erection toward her mouth. Sarah wrapped her hand as far around the base as her fingers would allow. There was still an impressive amount of flesh left uncircled. One hand gripped his hip and she stared up at him, mesmerized by the demonic need reflected in his eyes. She licked him again, slow, her tongue curling around the thickly flared tip of pulsing flesh.

He growled at her. The sound rumbled from his chest as his teeth clenched, his jaw bunching in his effort to control the raging desire arching between them.

Sarah opened her mouth, watching his eyes, moaning as slowly, so slowly she enclosed the hot, demanding head of his cock in the moist heat of her mouth. His hips jerked, his chest rising and falling harshly, his breath rasping in the dim light of the

room as she slowly, so slowly allowed the hard length to sink into her mouth.

“Sarah.” His voice was rough, demanding.

He tore his shirt off. Buttons flew, muscles rippled as he shrugged it from his shoulders then his hands returned to her hair, bunched masses of it in his fingers, his hips moving with short, controlled thrusts against her lips.

He filled her mouth, stretching her lips over it, pulsing against her tongue. He tasted of male heat and a shade of musk, hot passion and overwhelming demand, and she loved it. She licked the underside of his cock, hearing him groan, watching his eyes droop sexily as she moved back and forth, allowing him to fuck the shallow depths of her mouth as she sucked at the head timidly. She had never done this before, refused to allow Mark’s fickle flesh in her mouth. But she wanted to devour Brock. She wanted to keep his rigid cock against her tongue forever. And at the same time, she wanted to suck him until she heard his harsh shout of surrender and felt the hard jet of his seed filling her mouth, shooting down her throat.

“There, baby,” he whispered as her tongue stroked just under the head of his swollen flesh. “Right there, sugar, tongue it. Let your tongue rub it real good.”

She flattened her tongue, keeping the firm suction of her mouth in place as he bared his teeth in a grimace of raw pleasure. She kept her eyes firmly locked with his, drawing back, seeing his eyes flare as she balanced the tip of his cock on her tongue, then slowly swallowed as much of his length as her mouth would allow. All the while she kept her tongue on the underside, rubbing, rasping against the sensitive area that seemed to bring him such pleasure.

“Oh, yeah, Sarah,” he growled, his voice rough and low. “There you go, sugar, make it feel real good. So damned good, baby.”

His voice was like an aphrodisiac, spreading through her body, drenching the flesh between her thighs, making her burn with the desire to please him.

She drew on him slow and easy, then fast and hard, eliciting strangled gasps from his heaving chest, causing his hands to clench in her hair until she was moaning with the sensuous tug of pleasure/pain it brought.

“You like that?” He could barely breathe as he groaned the words, tugging slowly at her hair again.

Sarah could barely keep her eyes open, the sharp bursts of pleasure were so intense.

“Yeah, you like that don’t you, baby?” His smile was strained as he thrust against her mouth, his hands then pulling slowly at her hair, drawing her head closer, his cock nearly to her throat before he pulled back.

Sarah was burning alive. She could feel the wet, flaming need drenching her thighs, swelling her breasts. She was empty, tortured with the ache of her body, and the need, overwhelming, making her insane to feel his cum spurting into her mouth. She needed it. She wanted to taste him so bad she felt starved for it. At the same time, the sharp tugs at her hair, something she had always found painful before, had her nearly climaxing with the forbidden sensations.

“Suck me harder, Sarah,” he whispered deeply, his hands clenching deeper in her hair now, pulling her closer, releasing her, closer again, the tempo increasing as his cock seemed to swell, pulse, heat within her mouth. “Harder, baby. Suck me harder.”

She tightened her mouth on him, moaning as he pulled her hair harder, his hips pushing, pulling back, penetrating her mouth with quick, hard thrusts.

“Son of a bitch. I’m going to cum in your mouth, Sarah. You have to stop if that’s not what you want.” The thrusts increased. Short. Hard. As deep as the hands gripping his cock would allow. “God. Damn, baby. I’m going to cum.”

Once. Twice, he thrust harder, then he moaned, low and hard as Sarah felt his erection tighten, jerk, then the fierce, hot jets of his creamy semen began to shoot into the back of her mouth, flowing down her throat as she fought to swallow every erotic drop of the hot seed he spurted into her.

She was gasping, moaning around his jerking flesh as his hands pulled at her hair, released, pulled, like a cat digging its claws in pleasure into her scalp. The sensation was so arousing she hovered on the edge of climax from it.

“Damn you.” His voice was harsh as he dragged her from the floor, pushing her onto the couch as he came over her. “Did you like that, Sarah? Did the pain make it better, baby? Hotter?”

Sarah shook her head, wanting to deny the charge, but unable to as he jerked her thighs apart, kneeling between them as he stared down at her.

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