Page 31 of Analysing Her Assets

She somehow continued reading.

Aleph’s first lieutenant, the blond German, approached the half-seated couple. Aleph’s powerful hands grabbed her inner thighs and stretched her legs wider.

“The bond will be forged this way. Do it.” Aleph commanded, “Now!”

The man bent down between her spread knees, and Eva watched as his face got nearer and nearer.

“This is pretty sick.” Tamar panted.

“I don’t care,” Gideon groaned. “It’s so hot when you say it.”

The skinny Argentinian approached next. He knelt and sniffed her. Then his mouth widened, and an enormous tongue protruded and licked Eva’s slit. Wide and rough, it nearly sent her through the roof. She wanted it constantly at her center.

They writhed against each other, both breathing heavily. She somehow kept her eyes on the page.

“The large British man was between her legs now. Eva hung limp at the arms of her mate. He licked her slit, up and down, crushing her puffed clit. The Ethiopian, the last in line, forked her with his tongue, and Eva keened in bliss, her wails sounding like wolves’ howls.”

Gideon’s face was back at her breasts. His mouth fastened on her right nipple, sucking and biting. Each bite, each dart of his tongue, was connecting directly to her core. The sheets of paper left her limp hand. The pages unlatched and scattered, fluttering to the floor and across the table.

“This is so good. Tamar.” Gideon’s eyes were closed. “Please. Kiss me.”

She positioned herself on the part of his underwear-covered cock that gave her the most pleasure and met his half-parted lips. Their tongues swirled in a wild, wet dance. They gasped and kissed and bit, breathing each other in. He absorbed her weight and her untamed wriggling with ease. He made it alright to hold nothing back, so she rode him heedlessly, chasing her pleasure, kissing him all the while. Gideon rocked her, moving with his own need. It thrilled her that he used her for his satisfaction, his firm hands holding her hips. A heat wave climbed up from her pussy, down from their locked lips, all the way to the tips of her ears, surprising her with its ferocity. She continued to gush, and he swallowed her moans, and when she finally unlocked their lips, he whispered her name softly. Tamar was still breathing heavily when she leaned her brow against his. He hugged her close.

She couldn’t help her embarrassed giggle.

“This is sick. Us getting off to your mother’s book.”

“It totally is. Although I completely forgot who the author was once you read it to me.”

She would bet anything the dampness in her underwear wasn’t just hers. But he was still hard. Millennia of conditioning that the sex act wasn’t finished until the man came had made Tamar apologetic.

“You didn’t come,” she told him, talking into the bridge of his nose. Their foreheads were still touching, and Gideon shook his head lightly, not breaking the connection.

“No. I’m good.” She heard his mumble. “This was good for me. Let’s leave it like this.”

Tamar really liked him right then.

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