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Between her spread legs, a thick pink vibrator penetrated her, still buzzing away. It was slick and shiny, as was her pussy and upper thighs. Thunder’s mouth fucking watered. It’d been ages since he’d tasted a woman in that way. He’d fucked, clients mostly, and they never had time for him to go down on them. They either wanted to suck him off or be fucked roughly. Not that he ever had any desire to eat those women.
But Makenna?
Fuck the ice cream; a much more tempting treat had presented itself.
He took two steps forward, and her eyes began to dart around the sparsely decorated room, but when he reached the bed, she made eye contact.
“I-I…” Breathless, the words barely audible, she gaped at him with wide eyes and parted lips. But still, she hadn’t shifted. Hadn’t removed the toy.
As they stared at each other, the buzzing and Mak’s heavy breathing were the only sounds in the room. He couldn’t help but ogle her small but perky breasts with their pink nipples puckered so nicely for him. All they needed was a glossy shine from his tongue to make them picture-perfect.
Without speaking, he lifted one foot to the bed, removed his boot, then did the same with the other. Mak never took her eyes off him. Not even when he crawled onto her bed and right up to her bent legs.
The moment grew so charged, so tense with sexual need, there was only one way this would end. It’d been so long since he felt this genuine and all-consuming desire for a woman. Getting off was one thing. Coming was easy as fuck in his line of work, but finding one who made him want to fuck her all night long was quite another. The women he fucked didn’t even register beyond the physical release. It was the same from their perspective. They didn’t want him. They wanted ammunition. For the moment they found out their husband of fourteen years was banging his secretary. Perfect opportunity to fire back with the time—or times—they had their mouth full of twenty-five-year-old stripper dick. Or the time the dirty biker fucked them senseless.
This scenario here was entirely different, and quite the mind fuck. Christ, he wanted to see Makenna’s face contort with pleasure as he made her come again and again. And he wanted to be inside her while she did it. Feel her nails score his skin. Her pussy milk his cock. Hear his name on her lips. Feel that rush of pride at being the man to bring her pleasure. That shit did as much to a man as the actual orgasm.
“Take it out,” he said, voice deeper than ever before.
He gave her a beat to comply. Indecision flashed in her eyes before they took a quick peek at the tent in his jeans.
Yeah, baby, that’s all for you.
Her throat worked in a delicate up and down motion as she swallowed and then slowly, so slowly he’d have thought she was trying to torture him if he didn’t know her better, she began to draw the vibrator from her pussy.
It’d take a bullet to the brain to keep him from watching as each millimeter of the toy became exposed. It was wet, shiny, slick with her juices. When nothing but the tip remained, he gripped above her fingers and pulled it the rest of the way out himself.
Makenna gasped then bit her lower lip. The unconscious move was so damn sexy he nearly blew his load right there. This look of curious innocence on her face, so in contrast with the drenched vibrator he held.
“I heard you scream,” he said as he lifted the toy. “Heard loud moans like you were being hurt.”
Her mouth popped open, and her cheeks became as pink as her vibrator. “No,” she whispered.
With one push of a button, the noise stopped, and Mak’s breathing became the only sound. Still faster than average, still making her tits quiver. Lifting the toy to his face, he inhaled then smiled at her loud gasp. “No,” he said in agreement. “You weren’t being hurt. You are being naughty.” Then he met her gaze and took a long lick up the side of the vibrator before tossing it on the bed.
“Oh, my God,” Mak whispered as the sweetness of her pussy hit his taste buds. “Y-you didn’t just...”
He laughed, the sound low and smoky. She shivered.
“Oh, but I did. And it was fucking delicious.” He reached out and circled her ankle with his hand. “Do you have any idea how sexy you are, Makenna?”
She shook her head.
Thunder hefted his denim-covered erection. “This oughta give you some clue.” He tilted his head. “I’ve spent most of my life around dancers dressed in nothing more than ribbon and glitter, and none of them got to me like this.”
