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A bubble of his desire would soon imprint his pants. He was hard, erect as hell, and wet. He’d have blue balls to consider if he didn’t lock his cock inside her.
She threw her arms overhead and pumped her hips. “Good Lord, don’t stop. Get in there and eat me, lover. Use those lips. Let me feel that tongue.”
He slapped her bare pussy, and her hips gyrated. Her mound knocked against his chin. And her body undulated in a way he’d never witnessed.
Shit. Kit could raise all the hell he wanted. Kemper wasn’t about to strip her moment away. He’d let her have this pleasure and take what was hers to own.
He knowingly realized that the man she spoke of earlier was by God the man he’d easily become. He plunged his tongue inside her pretty cunt and let her fuck his face as hard pounding as she might ride his cock.
“Don’t stop!” she screamed, humping his chin, pressing her palm against the top of his head again. “There. Eat my pussy, Kemper. Good God, yes! Right fucking there! Don’t stop licking me, babe.”
Oh dear God, she was using him like a man wanted to be used. He had become her personal toy, totally committed to bringing about her satisfaction.
Her cunt vibrated like a musical instrument. Her walls came tumbling down, opening and closing, quivering against his tongue as he wedged the meaty flesh inside her pussy and let her ride his mouth.
He muttered against her opening. Aware of the hand on his back, he stayed right with her, guiding her aw
ay from one orgasm while urging her forward, pushing her straight into another. And her body went for it, slamming right into the next climax as if the second were more powerful than the first.
“Kemper!” she screamed, her body writhing, her legs trembling. Her sweet taste drifted over his tongue, oozed down his throat, and filled his senses. She was the most incredible woman he’d ever enjoyed in his life, and yet he knew as soon as he pushed her over the edge, it might be a long time coming before he lapped at her again like this.
“Stop,” Kit said firmly, applying pressure to his shoulder. “Damn it, stop!” he said, literally pulling him off her.
“Fuck!” Kemper complained. He ran his tongue over his lips and backed away from the bench. He looked down at stretched denim and cursed under his breath. He was as hard as steel. “If you had any sense whatsoever, you’d get down there and get busy, too.”
“Her training!” Kit snapped, probably aware of the fact Holly meant to entice the Doms away from their crops and leather. “She shatters your control!”
“He’s right,” Holly said, not at all ashamed. “I did.”
Kemper winked and smacked his lips. “I didn’t mind.”
“I never thought you did for a second. Sometimes a man just has to do what a woman entices him to do,” Holly said proudly, rolling her nipple between forefinger and thumb.
Her hair fanned around her face, and her legs shook with a slight tremor. She looked positively sated, and Kit looked positively pissed.
As the taste of her settled in his senses, Kemper reluctantly left her in Kit’s care. Besides, he wanted to grab a handle on his problem. Yeah, buddy. He needed to take hold of himself with a good, tight grip.
Since he couldn’t encourage Kit to move things along, he’d rush in the bathroom, think of Holly, and pull for his release. If he didn’t find relief soon, he’d mount Holly like she was a high-strung mare and ride for a sudden finish bound to break Kit’s heart.
Kit, after all, possessed other goals. And who was Kemper to throw a wrench in what Kit had in store? They’d discussed training Holly for submission. Kemper’s heart just wasn’t in it. When he was with Holly, his control was shot to hell.
Then again, considering how ripe Holly was for loving, Kit’s plans were tremendously flawed. Maybe they needed to consider another form of training or, at least, shorter sessions.
He left the main area and made his way to the bathroom. He slammed the door and pressed his head against the wall. Once there, he unzipped his cock and tugged out his length.
Hell and damnation, this was crazy. He stroked. He pressed his thumb to his slit and dragged the pad over the end, imagining Holly’s tongue dragging back and forth. He looked down at the empty ground and thought of her on bended knees, those eyelashes fluttering over hooded eyes.
Good Lord, this submission thing would be the death of him. Then again, he thought as he pulled harder and with more determination, his arousal burning his balls, he wasn’t entirely under her spell, not as Kit would likely accuse.
Oh no, when he’d been situated between her legs, he’d helped her manage her climax. He’d driven her to the brink a few times before he actually allowed her to take the orgasm she’d desperately worked to achieve.
He maintained control. He hadn’t looked at it as such when he was lapping at her clit, suckling her folds, but he had controlled her orgasms. He made sure she didn’t just take one. She rode out multiples worth remembering.
Kemper grinned as his sac began to sway harder against the back of his hand. Good Lord, Holly was one hell of a woman. He pumped his cock, jamming his fingers with his length as he wrapped his size tighter.
He took a deep breath, catching a hint of her womanly scent on his upper lip. He couldn’t wait to have her pussy smacking against his face again. He couldn’t wait to enjoy her the way he most wanted—reckless and wild, untamed and free.
He clutched his cock harder and gritted his teeth. Shit! This was a waste of time. He knew what he needed. His own hand wasn’t doing the trick. And a woman was waiting on the other side of this wall.
