Page 93 of Recipe for Temptation

Reese groaned. God help me!

Michael drew away and began moving down her body, his tongue tracing the path of the chocolate M he’d painted on her. She shook from the inside out, belly quivering, toes curling. Feeling wanton and needy, she cupped her breasts and tugged at her aching nipples, her breath coming in panting whimpers.

And then Michael’s mouth was on her pussy, sucking, lapping at the melted chocolate sauce. She mewled and clamped her thighs around his head, writhing against him in pure mindless ecstasy. The slow stroking motions of his hot tongue were simply out of this world. She’d never experienced anything like this with Victor or anyone before him. It seemed only fitting that Michael, her fantasy lover, would be the first man ever to find her G-spot and give her a chocolate orgasm.

He devoured her like she was his last meal, ravenously licking her folds and sucking her clit as anticipation built, her core clenching with vicious spasms. When his tongue plunged inside her and swirled around, she bucked against his mouth, pleasure sweeping over her in a sun-hot tidal wave.

She screamed as she came, and he drew out her orgasm by gently pulling at her clit with his teeth.

She was still gasping and trembling, back arched and eyes closed, when she heard a tear of foil—a sound that was pure music to her ears. There was a rustling of fabric as Michael quickly undressed. In less than a heartbeat he was embedded deep inside her, stretching her wide open, his muscled arms braced on either side of her head as he began thrusting.

She wailed his name, tightening her legs around his hips and crossing her ankles behind his back to take him even deeper, as deep as he could possibly go without splitting her apart.

“Ahh, Reese…baby…” His beautiful, godlike body glowed in the silvery moonlight as he stared down at her, a range of raw emotions playing across his gorgeous face. Searing passion. Tenderness. A focused determination to satisfy her every last need.

She clung tightly to him, her nails raking the skin on his back as she tried to match the relentless pumping of his hips. Her second orgasm hovered just beyond reach. A few more strokes were all she needed.

But suddenly Michael pulled out of her and growled, “Turn over. I wanna take you from behind.”

Reese eagerly complied, kneeling on all fours. He loomed behind her, his thick, steely cock pressed against her bottom. She gasped and arched in surprise as he drizzled chocolate along the length of her spine, then bent forward and slowly licked his way down to her ass.

She shivered and groaned, every single muscle clenching in sweet agony. Closing her eyes, she reached between her thighs and rubbed her throbbing clit, on the verge of climaxing. Hard.

His rough hands gripped her ass, tilting her hips back and positioning her right where he wanted her. Then he thrust high and deep, his heavy body slapping against her backside and jerking a sharp cry out of her throat.

She twisted to glance over her shoulder, aroused by the sight of him watching his cock slide out and then in again. The look of feral hunger on his face was another erotic image that’d be indelibly etched into her brain.

As she pulsed her hips against him, he groaned like a man in pain. “I’m so fucking addicted to you, Reese. Can’t get enough of you.”

Her heart swelled at the unexpected vulnerability in his voice. It was low and hoarse, ragged with fierce longing.

“Tell me what you want, baby,” he entreated her. “I’ll give you anything. Anything.”

Reese couldn’t get her throat to work. But it didn’t matter. He was already giving her exactly what she needed, a powerful, surging rhythm that stroked every part of her aching pussy. Drowning in pleasure, she moaned and rocked back against him, clutching fistfuls of the picnic blanket.

He cupped her swaying tits and fondled them, his thumbs circling her engorged nipples in a caress that nearly undid her. He had such command of her body, her mind, her soul. No matter what happened between them after tonight, she would always, always belong to this man.

Soon his slow, controlled pace changed, and Reese’s breath gasped out of her with the force of his deep, pounding thrusts, his thighs slapping against her ass. She arched her back and frantically worked herself against him, reaching behind with one hand to grip his flexing butt as he bottomed out with every stroke.

Groaning with satisfaction, he grabbed a handful of her hair and wound it around his fingers. Then he pulled her up against him, every ripped inch of his body aligning with hers as he forced her to meet the burning intensity of his gaze.

“I’m never letting you go,” he growled fiercely, biting the side of her neck as if to brand her. “You belong to me, and nothing or no one is gonna stop me from claiming what’s rightfully mine. So you better tell your boyfriend to get ready for the fight of his damn life.”

Reese’s heart soared, and she breathlessly confessed, “You don’t have to fight. I’m breaking up with him.”

Michael’s grip gentled on her hair. And then he laughed, a sound of exultant male triumph mingled with unmistakable relief.

His hips pumped against her, moving faster and faster until he exploded, shouting her name with hoarse reverence. His rapid, pulsing contractions triggered her own orgasm, and she threw back her head against his shoulder as spasms of white-hot rapture tore through her.

“Michael…Michael…” His name poured out of her in a succession of desperate wails as she came apart, her body shaking uncontrollably against his. As tears of joyous wonder spilled down her cheeks, his big palm rasped over her sensitive breast and skimmed down to her belly, soothing her tremoring muscles as his cock throbbed inside her.

Whispering something she couldn’t decipher, he brushed his lips over her shoulder, then curved his arms around her and pulled her down to the blanket. Enveloped in his delicious heat, she closed her eyes with a deep, satiated sigh and wondered if it was possible to die from sheer bliss.

They lay spooned together, sweat drying on their skin, listening to the gurgling pond and the lazy drone of crickets as the sultry night wrapped around them.

“It’s so peaceful out here,” Reese whispered, as if she were afraid to shatter the garden’s tranquility. “I could stay right here all night.”

“Who says you were going anywhere, anyway?” Michael murmured, nuzzling the sweat-damp hair at her nape.

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