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Taking me in.
His gaze moves over me in such a way it’s like being touched, it’s like being branded. My breasts, stomach, hip, pussy. “Gorgeous, Princess.”
Mack comes up, his hand on my thigh to spread it for him, and he kisses me like he’s got some kind of holy relic. Then, he begins a path down.
Everywhere his mouth touches is like a burning trail of delicious fire. I shiver as he tastes one nipple and then the other, taking his time to draw them into the hot, wet heat of his mouth.
He slips the hand on my thigh a little higher, not touching me, but close, so close. I reach for him, for his shirt, but he stops me.
“No. Stay still. I’m on an expedition. Quit interrupting. I’m thinking there’s a fuck of a lot to discover here.” That hand moves slightly higher.
I pull my hands back to my sides, and it’s hard. I want to touch. I want to explore, too, but his mouth, sweet Lord, his mouth. He kisses, licks, and sucks a path down over me, every caress exquisitely light and delicate. Bordering on reverence.
Over my ribs, down to my belly, my hip, and he slides down too.
When he reaches the apex, he spreads my other thigh, and dips down, his tongue sliding from the bottom of my pussy up to my clit and I arch up at that.
“Oh my God.”
“I haven’t even started.”
Mack moves his hand to part my lower lips with his fingers, spreading me for him. And he sighs.
“Such a pretty pussy, Princess. Sweet and hot and soft.”
He licks me again, this time using his fingers to hold me open so he can kiss and fuck me with his mouth and tongue. Everything I am is focused on that. He’s some kind of master conductor, able to draw me out slow, to make me pant hard, to throb like my pussy is the entire orchestra.
I’m melting, I’m needing, and he licks harder. This time sliding his thumb up to tease my clit, to rub, stroke, and coax as he nibbles my inner and outer lips sucking them into his mouth to run his tongue along them.
I’m pure liquid, and I’m spiraling up to the skies. Then he pushes two fingers into me, and I scream. The pleasure radiates in waves. He lifts his head as he keeps the beat up inside me, the thrust and parry, the slow-quick invasion that’s driving me fucking mad.
“Sidney, put your legs on my shoulders. I fuckin’ need to feast on your cunt.”
I do, the shock of the word making me obey.
Then he buries his face between my thighs, his fingers working me, along with his tongue. He pushes a finger into my ass a little, and I scream again at the invasion. I’m not vocal in bed. Not usually. But I think he’s making me exactly that. I believe this is a man I’m going to scream walls down for.
His lips come down on my clit as he starts to thrust into me, he curls his fingers, and I’m back there, on the edge of the sea of pleasure as he sucks, licks, and devours me. Then he bites down.
It’s a sob of a scream. A cascade of words and everything goes so white the pleasure in me crashes and expands as the orgasm takes me hard. This is nothing like before. This is huge.
I’m just drowning, willingly in the pleasure as it rolls and engulfs in heat and a sweetness so exquisite, I’m not sure I can stand it.
As I come down, he pulls away, and this time I reach for him, but he just discards his T-shirt and shucks his jeans and underwear.
Another wave hits as I take him in.
He’s pure perfection. The way the moon and starlight hit him, half in shadows, he’s sculpted, big. There’s hair on his chest that arrows down, over tattoos, to his cock.
And that . . .
Oh. Fuck. Oh. God. It juts out. Heavy, long, thick. I want it in my mouth. I want to learn the shape and touch the cock head. I want to wrap my fingers around him and trace those veins. I want to make him come.
“Now I’m really gonna make you fuckin’ scream.”
He doesn’t ask, he takes.
Mack comes over me, pulling my thighs wide and lines his cock up.
