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“Oh god!” Her insides clenched. Her pussy flooded. A monumental release hovered like a fog around her, and all she had to do was let it envelop her to gain the extreme hip-bucking pleasure she craved.
A tight cord snapped inside her and suddenly she was lost in that fog as the most intense orgasm hit.
Digging her fingers into his scalp, she rode his hot, rough tongue up one hill and down the next. He reached up her body and locked a hand on her breast, kneading it as she came undone.
Long seconds later, she collapsed in a gasping, twisted-up wreck. He let out a groan.
“Fuck, you’re stunning.” He dipped two fingers into her channel.
Another bolt of electricity struck her core, and she clamped on his digits.
He slipped them in all the way, curled them and had her shaking at the precipice again.
“What…is…that?” she gasped, twisting a fist into covers that smelled surprisingly like a fresh ocean breeze.
He slipped his fingers out and then back in, to the same mind-blowing effect. “This?”
“Oh god, yes!”
He lifted his head to gaze at her, his eyes hooded and a crooked, knowing smile on his hard lips. “That’s my secret weapon, baby. The one that makes women crawl back to me.”
“I won’t be crawling anywhere…but do it again.”
With a huff of laughter, he did, curling his fingers until she thumped a heel on the bed.
Then he slowly pulled his fingers free of her soaked pussy and crawled up the bed to her. When he kissed her, she moaned out, more turned on than she’d ever been for any of those stiff upper-crust types of men in her past.
She was vaguely aware of him snaking out an arm and rifling through his nightstand drawer. Breaking the kiss, he stuck a foil packet between his teeth and ripped it open.
He held the condom out to her. “Put it on me, doll.”
Trinny’s heart jogged in her chest. It was far from sweet talk or even what she’d deem as foreplay, but the way Jaren said that had her body begging for more.
She took the condom.
He rolled off her and stretched out on the bed, an arm slung under his head and his stare fixed on her.
Did she look nervous? Well, she was.
Trapping her lip between her teeth, she confessed, “I’ve never put a condom on a man before.”
The dastardly smile toying around his mouth told her that what she said pleased him. A lot.
His fingers encircled her wrist. “Want me to do it?”
Her gaze on his, she issued a low breath that was too close to a pant. “No. I want to.”
She planted her palm over the bulge of his jeans. His eyelids drooped even more as he watched her ride the length and girth up the fly to locate his zipper. When she slowly inched it down, her heart leaped into her throat and sat there, thudding hard and fast.
Black cotton filled the gap between the edges of the zipper. Wetting her lips, she went to work freeing his cock.
He helped her along, twisting and raising his hips off the bed until the dips of muscle strained on his sides. Her fingers seemed too shaky to pull his cock out of his underwear, but she managed it. When she fitted the condom over the tip of his thick, purple head, her insides seized.
“This shouldn’t be such a turn-on,” she whispered.
His eyes shuttered for a heartbeat. When he opened them, they blazed at her. “Hurry.”
She slid the rubber all the way to the base. With a gruff noise, he took it from there, kicking off boots, jeans and underwear in one mass before rolling her on top of him.
