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The magnificent array of veins running down the tremendous length of his cock mesmerized her. She became obsessed with the need to memorize the pattern of each veiny river enclosed around his hardness.
Trembling uncontrollably, Finley reached out her hand toward Jagger’s profoundly hard shaft. She had never touched a real cock before, but she believed no other man could feel the way Jagger felt—hard, throbbing steel wrapped in hot, velvety skin. Her fingers played along his length, but she couldn’t enclose his girth no matter how much she tried.
Her strokes grew bolder, guided by the way he grunted, and the way his chest rose and fell with every ragged breath he took. She placed her palm lengthwise on his hardness, but he was still too big for her to cover.
She caressed him. Explored him. Swept her thumb across the colossal broadness of his slick head and gasped at the wetness left on the skin of her thumb.
Enthralled, she dropped to her knees before him. She took her time as she explored him, her gaze delighting in the way she made his cock jerk when she held him differently.
Untying the band from her hair, freeing her tresses to tumble down her back, Jagger slipped his hand into the warmth of her nape and tilted her face up to him.
"Open, Sweet Kitten."
She didn’t hesitate to part her lips and draw him into her mouth. She so badly wanted to close her eyes as Jagger slid his thickness between her lips and down her tongue, but she kept her gaze fixed on his. Her eyes widened as her jaw strained to open around his full width. Her taste buds tingled.
She sucked him tentatively at first. Tasting him. Savoring him until greed took over, and she couldn’t get enough of him. She sampled him like a new lollipop flavor, inhaling his clean soap scent, and needed more. So much more. She took him in deeper than she could manage and then embarrassed herself when she gagged. But by the way, Jagger’s cock pulsed in her mouth, and his complementary growl, maybe she hadn’t disappointed him.
Taking hold of him with both her hands, she tried again to take him as deep as she could but ended up purring, and soaking her panties even more when Jagger pulled her back by her hair, his cock popping out of her mouth. He bent and picked her up from the floor before his lips came crashing down on hers. Kissing her until she quivered in his arms, drenched, swollen, and just a little scared of what his cock could do to her.
Chapter Eleven
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Finley could hardlystand on her own two feet. The tantalizing taste of him in her mouth had traveled under her skin and turned her into a hot, throbbing mess from the inside out.
Stars exploded all around her. Her arousal was spun from different sides of the same coin. Savage lust and blatant embarrassment were her primal responses to everything about him.
Jagger spun her around to face the wall. With his guidance, she placed her palms flat against the surface and arched her back while he tilted her head up and bit along the side of her neck. "Remember, I wanted you to soak those panties for me, Kitten," he rasped, nudging her legs apart. His hand dropped between her thighs, rubbing the fabric of her underwear against her folds and clit. The lace against her hit differently. She squirmed at the textured effect it offered, but it wasn’t what she wanted. She wanted to feel his hands on her naked pussy.
"Not wet enough," he murmured as he dragged them down her thighs.
Was he insane? Her arousal had left a glistening trail down her legs as he pulled her panties off. She could feel her wetness against her skin and knew they were heavy with her essence.
She whimpered in red-hot shame that flooded her cheeks with heat as Jagger brought the gusset of her underwear to his nose before he licked off her taste from the material.
Her knees buckled underneath her when he balled up the delicate scrap of lace in his huge, calloused palm and then slipped the bunched-up material between her legs. He forced her to close her thighs.
