Page 53 of Tempt Me

With the flick of his wrist, the towel was gone, and Dontrel was naked.

It took all my self-control not to drop my jaw. His cock was as big as I remembered. Not just in length but in width, too. Lolita’s comment about taking a photo whizzed through my brain, and I smacked the wretched idea away.

“Come on.” Dontrel wrapped his fingers around his cock. “You need to catch up.”

I’d forgotten how chatty he was. “I didn’t know it was a race.”

I unclipped my bra and tossed it aside, and as Dontrel glided his hand up and down his enormous shaft, I glided my hand up my torso and cupped my breast. My nipples grew hard, and I squeezed them gently.

We stood apart, playing with our own bodies in some kind of Mexican standoff. A flutter rippled through me at how sexy this simple act was.

I swallowed, hard, and forced myself to think like Memphis. Confident, sexy, in control Memphis. It was time to take charge.

I strode to him, placed my left hand on his waist, and my right hand joined his fingers around his cock. He put his heavy arm over my shoulder and tugged me closer. I leaned down and drew his nipple into my mouth. The pebble grew rock hard as I ran my tongue around it.

When I nipped a little, he hissed, and at first, I thought I’d hurt him, but when he bent his knees and his hand moved to his balls, I decided it did the opposite.

As I continued to glide my hand over his ever-growing cock, his right hand found my breast, and he tweaked my nipple, alternating between gentle and intense.

A small seed of semen oozed from the eye of his crown, and I gathered it from his pink head and used it to lubricate his shaft. Dontrel sucked air through his teeth and released our embrace.

“You ’ave to be careful, Miss Memphis, or I’ll shoot this load before I’ve ’ad a play with you.”

“Oh. Okay.” I was open to his suggestion. I offered him what I hoped was a sexy, I-am-your-plaything smile.

He placed his hands on my hips and hooked his thumbs into my panties. “’Tis time to get you naked.”

“Okay.” No objections here.

I clutched his shoulders, feeling the corded muscle beneath his molasses-colored skin, and he glided my panties down. He fell to his knees, and when his fingers were at my ankles, I stepped from my lingerie, and he tossed my underwear aside.

The hot slick of his tongue found my pussy, and I inhaled a shaky breath as my fingers dug into his shoulders and I spread my legs. Dontrel moaned as his glorious tongue flicked my sensitive clit. His finger pushed into my pussy, and I gasped and bent my knees, allowing him to probe as deep as he could go. A second finger met his first, spreading me apart and moving in an interesting twisting in-and-out motion.

His tongue was as hot as it was hard, flicking and gliding around my throbbing bud with repetitive motion. In and out, his fingers plunged with a twisting, grinding action that my body accepted with blind agreement.

I closed my eyes and concentrated on all my other senses. I smelled his soap and the salty sea air. I heard his moans and my heavy breathing. And I felt heaven and earth as my insides slipped into a glorious, lust-filled world. I was on the erotic knife edge, teetering between intense build-up and earth-shattering release.

Dontrel removed his fingers and stopped with the tongue-lashing. It was like the ground had opened up and swallowed me whole. I snapped my eyes open and looked down. Dontrel was still on his knees, but now he looked up at me with a goofy grin.

“Now, now, Miss Memphis. You can’t have all the fun.”

He’s got to be kidding.

My mind struggled to come back from the wonderful world it’d slipped into, and I blinked at him, trying to work out what the hell was happening.

He gripped my hips, guiding me to sit on the bed, which was a good plan because I was about to melt into the carpet.

“Okay,” he said with a cheeky grin. “I want you to think of a number between sixty-eight and seventy.”

I quickly did the math, and then, feeling like a fool, a flush of heat coursed up my neck. As I contemplated his suggestion, that heat flush attacked my cheeks, and I swallowed a lump in my throat.

I have never experienced a sixty-niner before.

I’d heard of them, of course, but the concept of sticking my ass in a man’s face had never seemed . . . sexy. Nor did the idea of having a man’s erection shoved down my throat while I lay at his mercy.

Dontrel dove backward onto the bed at my side, and his enormous cock hit his abdomen with what looked like a painful slap. His perfect white teeth blazed in a cheesy grin.

“Come on, woman. What ya waitin’ for?” He bounced his cock and then tapped his plump pink lips with his finger. “Get your sexy ass up here.”

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