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He slipped her blouse over her shoulders and down her arms and then pressed a kiss to a mark he’d left on her shoulder. “Like seeing my brands on you.” He swept his fingertips over the trail of freckles on her chest. “The first time I saw these freckles, I wondered just how far down they went.” Nuzzling her neck, he released the front clasp on her bra. “Looks like someone dusted your chest and tits with cinnamon. I like cinnamon.” He brushed the bra cups aside and let her breasts spill out onto his palms. “I like these better.”
She arched into his hands and took a shaky breath. “Kiss me.”
Instead, he traced her lower lip with the tip of his tongue. “Never had a mouth that tasted so sweet.” He squeezed her breasts just right, causing a moan to slip out of her. “Your pussy … now that tastes even sweeter. I can smell it getting wet for me.”
“Alex—” Her lips parted on a gasp as he pinched her nipple, and then his tongue boldly sank into her mouth. He kissed her. Kissed her so hard and deep that it stole her breath, muddied her thoughts, and sent her libido into hyperdrive.
Her composure just flitted away. She gripped his head as she kissed him back. Every explicit stroke of his tongue dragged her deeper and deeper into a place of pure sensation.
He hummed as he broke the kiss with a light nip to her lip. “I’d know that taste anywhere.” He swooped down and drew one nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard. Her pussy clenched, feeling far too empty; far too hot and needy.
She moaned and arched into him as he lavished attention on her breasts. His tongue licked and flicked. His teeth scraped and bit. His hands stroked and squeezed. She felt every touch deep in her core.
Damp heat spilled from her aching pussy. Her body was desperate for his. Desperate for the pure bliss it knew he could deliver. The anticipation was honestly painful.
He splayed a hand on her stomach and gently pushed. “Lie back.”
That order vibrated with enough dominance to make her cat shiver just a little. Tossing aside the bra and blouse, Bree did as he asked. Still on his knees, he removed her shoes and then whipped off her slacks and panties.
His warm thumbs parted her folds, and the cool air fluttered over her flesh. “Slick already.” Gripping her hips, he dragged her pussy close to his face and buried his tongue deep.
Bree fisted the bedsheets as that clever tongue swirled and pumped—first slow, then fast. Occasionally he’d stop to lick at her slit or suckle on her clit, but then he’d drive his tongue back into her pussy.
The friction built inside her until her thighs began to tremor and her pussy started to tighten. Feeling her orgasm rushing toward her, she sucked in a breath. “Oh, God.” She bucked. Arched. Groaned. Shook. And then she came.
Breathing hard, she melted into the mattress, a puddle of warm goo.
Rising to stand at the foot of the bed, he licked his lips. “Love watching you come. Need to record it so I can see it whenever I want.”
Like she would ever let that happen. He tugged off his tee and, damn, she almost drooled. So much sleek, roped muscle. So many badass tattoos. And, Jesus, those abs were just fucking perfection.
He dragged his fingertips over her skin, as if he was refamiliarizing himself with every line, dip, and curve. Her nerve-endings were so unbelievably hypersensitive that every touch seemed to sear her flesh. She fairly trembled with the crushing, unrelenting need to have him thrusting deep inside her. “Alex, now.”
Alex might have bristled at the order if it hadn’t come out sounding more like a plea. He wanted her this way. Wanted her desperate and frantic and so swept away by sensation that her mind was free of worries and questions.
He took a mental snapshot of her lying there with her hair fanned around her head, her nipples taut, her pussy slick, her skin flushed. Beautiful. He’d been craving her all day. Craving the feel of her skin, the hot clasp of her inner muscles, and fuck the taste of her … there was nothing else like it.
He snapped open his fly and shoved down his jeans. His gut clenched as her dazed eyes locked on his cock. He fisted himself and lazily pumped, teasing them both. “Now I’m going to fuck you. You get to choose what position. Do it fast.”
For a single moment, she froze. Then, as fluid as a cat, she rolled onto her stomach and got to her hands and knees.
Alex hummed. “Good choice.” He knelt behind her on the mattress and smoothed his hands up her back. She arched into him like a kitten, but the moan that came out of her was a pure feminine demand that rung with impatience.
