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With a playful grin—probably at her expense since she seemed to be in a stupor, Viper stripped his shirt over his head, revealing a smooth, tanned chest. A vivid snake tattoo—a viper?—curled around one pec. Cut abs rippled their way into his jeans along with a trail of brown hair she had the craziest urge to rub her nose against.
Would it be soft and fine? Or coarse and a bit scratchy?
Next, he lost the jeans. Black briefs hugged a bulge that had her licking her lips. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to rip them off or ask him to spin so she could take in the rear view which promised to be just as hard and sexy as the front.
“Damn, baby, you want it, don’t you?” He reached into his underwear, playing with his hard cock.
“I want you,” she whispered, transfixed by the sight before her. Watching him touch himself was so erotic, she almost told him to forget about her and keep going. Getting the chance to watch him as he jacked himself to completion would almost be worth missing her own pleasure.
Almost.
“Please let me see you.”
Viper shoved the briefs down to his knees before he swiped his thumb over the tip of his dick. A wet streak of precum coated the finger. Without needing to be told, Cassie grabbed his hand and lifted his thumb to her mouth, cleaning the salty digit with her tongue.
Viper groaned a string of curses and a surge of power flowed through her. Reducing this strong man to a few mumbled words could easily become an obsession.
He yanked his thumb from her mouth and gave her a rough shove. Her eyes widened as she collapsed back onto the bed. Before her head hit the mattress, he was on his knees over her, lifting and pushing her thighs wide. The position afforded him an up-close and personal view of her saturated pussy.
Cassie’s breath caught in her throat. The longer he stared at her, the harder her chest began to rise and fall. Did he like what he saw? Was that something men even did? Just stare at women between their legs like that?
“Fuck you’re slick.” Viper inhaled as though savoring a fine wine before dropping his face between her spread thighs.
She didn’t even have a chance to protest, not that she would have, but, God, he was all up in there. Her one past experience with a man going down on her had nothing, absolutely nothing on this and he’d been at it for less than ten seconds.
When his tongue stroked through her folds, she cried out and fisted the itchy comforter in her hands.
“And I thought your mouth was sweet,” he said against her sex. “It’s got nothing on this delicious pussy.”
“Viper,” she yelped as he lashed her clit with his tongue.
“That’s fucking right, baby. Say it as many times as you want. Fucking scream it.”
Her legs began to tremble as his words ramped her up nearly as much as his mouth.
“You wanna come?”
“Uh-huh,” she said. Already, she felt as though it would splinter into a million beads of pleasure.
“Here we go.” He buried his face in her, licking, sucking, and nibbling everywhere his mouth could reach. Two minutes couldn’t have passed before she was thrashing on the bed and begging for relief. He showed her no mercy, plunging his tongue into her, and fucking her with it. Thank God she was lying down. She’d surely have collapsed otherwise.
Two thick fingers breached her, making her back arch which only pushed her clit harder against his tongue. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he mumbled against her, though it seemed he was talking more to himself than to her.
He stroked the front wall of her pussy, and she saw stars. When his lips wrapped around her clit, Cassie swore she died a little at that moment. Her world shrank down to the pleasure between her legs before exploding into a sensation so intense, she screamed. Screwing her eyes tight, Cassie gave herself over to the wonder of it.
When she joined the world again, she realized Viper had shoved her farther up the bed. Now, her head rested on the pancake-flat pillow.
Viper’s lower half nestled between her legs as he propped his upper body on his elbows. The proof of his still very aroused body lay hot and hard against her stomach. “Hey,” he whispered.
“Hey,” she said. She was far too sated to feel embarrassed about the way she’d lost control and shouted so loud.
“You ready for me?” he asked, shifting so his erection nestled in the soaking wet V of her legs.
“I’m ready.” For the first time since they started, a tiny tremor of nerves zinged through her blood. She knew it’d probably hurt a little, but uncertainty about the unknown was finally making its way into her consciousness.
