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She moved one aching knee, ready to rise to her feet when he suddenly dropped down and kissed the ever-loving hell out of her.
There was no chance to catch her breath. No time to wonder if he felt squeamish about kissing her while his taste still lingered on her tongue. The world tilted, and the next thing she knew, she was flat on her back in the grass with two hundred pounds of ravenous biker on top of her.
He devoured her mouth with bruising kisses and an aggressive tongue. She shivered, loving the way his weight pressed her into the ground. She was helpless to do anything but receive his hungry kisses and squirm beneath his roving hands.
“I want to hear you scream,” he said against her mouth.
Then he was gone.
“Wha…” With her head spinning to catch up with the runaway train of the moment, his words barely registered.
The next thing she knew, he was tearing at her shorts like a man possessed. They were open and down around her ankles before she knew it. Once he’d yanked them off and tossed them somewhere in the yard, he came back for her panties. They were given the same rough treatment but didn’t hold up as well as the denim. A tearing sound had her glancing down her body to find him throwing the tattered material over his shoulder.
The glint in his eye sent a shiver of dark desire racing down her spine. Never had a man looked at her as though he wanted to destroy her, consume her, and own her all at once.
Her breath caught as he bent each of her knees up one at a time then placed his callused hands on her inner thighs. They trembled beneath his fingertips. With a grin, he must have stolen from the devil, he stared her straight in the eye as he pushed her legs wide with a rough shove.
“Shit.” She covered her eyes with her forearm as heat flooded her face. She could count on one hand that was missing a few fingers the number of times her ex had gone down on her. God, he’d had a million excuses for why he’d found it so repulsive, each one more insulting than the next.
Curly seemed to want this for himself as much as for her.
She was beyond exposed, lying in the grass with her wet sex completely on display. But she only had a half-second to worry about it because Curly was a man possessed. He dove straight for her clit, teasing it with his tongue.
Fireworks shot through her limbs. She cried out and arched her back, which only drove her pelvis against his face. As though her flavor drove him insane, he grabbed her ass, held her down, and buried his tongue in her pussy.
Again, she shouted loud into the quiet night. Her vision blurred as the pleasure became so intense it was almost unbearable. “Travis,” she said on a moan as she wriggled against him. She wasn’t sure if she was trying to get closer or pull away. All she knew was that her mind was overwhelmed to the point of being unable to think.
He licked and sucked and fucked her with his tongue, occasionally letting out a little growl that vibrated through her system. Brooke writhed in the grass, moving with him to enhance the sublime feelings coursing through her body.
“Fuck, you taste so fucking sweet,” he said against her.
His hands held her ass so tight she’d have marks for sure. The idea of seeing his finger marks on her bottom sent a filthy thrill through her. This was the most depraved act she’d participated in. Any of his neighbors could hear her, peek over the fence and see her, or call the police. She had to be violating the noise ordinance with all her moaning and yelling.
Curly sucked her clit between his lips, and her stomach coiled into a tight knot. She couldn’t believe it. It’d been mere minutes, and she was already going to—
“Oh, my God,” she screamed as stars floated in front of her eyes. She clawed at his head, grabbing handfuls of his thick hair as she held his face against her and rode out the most epic orgasm she’d ever had. It seemed to go on for hours, the tingling, the tremoring, the flood of chemicals making her float among the clouds. Eventually, her muscles relaxed, and she sagged into the stiff grass. “Holy shit,” she managed to croak even though she needed a gallon of water to quench her thirst.
Curly cleared his throat. “Babe?”
“Yeah?” she asked, breathless. Above her, the sky twinkled with millions of stars, witnesses to one of the best moments of her life.
“You gonna let me go?”
“Huh?”
She glanced down at the same time her brain retook control of her body. She still had her hands tangled in the long strands of his hair, and she still held his face against her sex. “Oh, God, I’m sorry,” she said as she released him. The poor man probably had two bald spots now.
