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He braced himself to put his dick in a cage and leave her the hell alone. She’d had a terrible experience of assault, and here he was, slobbering all over her tits like a teenage boy in the backseat of a car.
“What?” His voice was harsher than he meant it to. “Spit it out.”
She leaned forward, giving him just enough time to wonder if this was really happening before she took his cock right into her hot mouth.
Hot, wet, gliding pleasure caressed him, enveloped him. He panted, red-faced, speechless. He who always had a smart, funny, seductive line of patter to turn a girl on, or soothe, or zing, or titillate.
Without it, he was a blank, grunting idiot, just hoping not to do anything clumsy or rough that might make her change her mind.
It started torturously slow, as she got used to his size. She licked his glans, bathing him until he gleamed while she figured out what to do with all of him. Didn’t take her long. She loosened up into the sensuous, red-hot sex kitten that she was, using those cool, soft hands on the part of his cock that wouldn’t fit, petting and squeezing.
She deepened her stroke, taking him deeper into her mouth than he’d ever dreamed she could, and then doing a tight, tongue-swirling clutch and suck and pull on the outstroke. Again, the gliding plunge, again the long pull, her pink lips distended around his shiny cock, her face pink and dewy, her eyes so dilated, heavy-lidded, and again, that long, hot, wet pull—oh, God. Again, again, again. Please. Forever.
But it wasn’t going to be long at all. He was going to explode.
He didn’t have enough self-control to live up to the question, but it was still good form to ask it. “Can I come in your mouth?”
She did another mind-blowing suck-n-swirl, and nodded, rubbing the tip of his cock against her cheek. “Wouldn’t miss it.”
“Are you sure you don’t want me to—oh, fuck…”
The words broke off as she sucked him into her mouth again.
He sagged forward, hair dangling around his face, breathing in the sweet scent of shampoo. Racked by shudders of pleasure. God, she was good. She brought him so close, and then eased him down again.
Then she started stroking his balls with her fingertips. Little, ticklish caresses. Flower petals. Butterfly wings. That was it. That did it.
A herd of wild horses was stampeding towards him, thundering across the plains. Tossing their heads, snorting. Knife-sharp hooves churning, mud and turf flying. He waited, body straining, taut as steel cable, and waited for those suckers to mow him down. They did.
His eyes flickered open sometime later. He’d tumbled back onto the bed. Boxes, tubes, plastic packaging crinkled, jabbing his sore back.
He heard the sink running in the bathroom. His limbs were made of lead. The bed shifted. Things slid around, rearranged themselves as Liv sat down beside him. The give of the mattress beneath her made his head flop bonelessly to the side. She fished a comb out of Miles’s bounty, and worked it through her hair. She looked like a sixteenth-century painting. The alabaster-skinned mythical goddess at her toilette.
“That’s my job,” he said softly. “Stop it. I wanted to do that.”
Her lips curved. “It’ll get tangled again. You’ll get your chance.”
He subsided, reassured, and lay there marveling at her beauty. Enjoying his floating, empty state. It didn’t last long, though. It came rushing back all too soon, the anger and the ugliness and the mind-fucking incomprehensible mystery of it all. Kev, T-Rex, Liv.
He couldn’t deal with it, and there was only one thing in the world compelling enough to drag his mind down another track. He slid off the bed and onto his knees, and pushed her perfect white thighs apart.
She blinked. “Sean?”
“Just let me look,” he begged. “I need it. I need you.”
She laid down the comb and touched his face with her hand. Made a soft, sighing sound, but she didn’t resist as he pushed her open.
God, she was beautiful. That long pink secret slit, the shiny folds of silky girl flesh. Little puffy bits that pouted out. Her pussy was hot and bright and swollen. Glistening with lube. Sucking him off had excited her. Awesome. His mouth watered. His cock sprang to attention, ready for action and adventure, after less than, what, ten minutes?
Unreal. He was prodigiously oversexed, for sure, no arguments there, but even he had his limits. Just not when it came to Liv.
Liv reached down and parted her labia, sliding two fingers down on either side of her clit and pressed so it popped out of its hood, pink and taut and shiny. He put his mouth to her, suckling gently. She jerked in protest, supersensitive. He softened up the contact, licking tenderly, circling it with his lips, trilling at it with his tongue.
He stiffened his tongue and thrust it deep into her pussy. She flopped down on the bed in her turn for the long, lavish tongue-fucking.
He pushed her up, up, eased her down, just as she’d done to him, on and on. When she was on the rise again, he slid two fingers into her cunt to find that melting hot place just inside, freeing up his tongue to do a delicate, fluttering tremolo across her clit. It was like flashbulbs popping in his face when she came. She writhed, clutching at his delving fingers with her cunt. Her pleasure nourished him, and at the same time, created an insatiable craving for more.
He reached for the condoms.
