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He held me tighter, and clamping down on his teeth, lifted his face to the sky, looking torn. “You sons of bitches,” he muttered. “I’m trying over here. Why the fuck are you doing this to me? To hell with all of you.”

I might’ve asked what he meant, but he lifted me up and deposited me sidewise in the hammock. One edge of the weave cradled my head and back while my legs spilled over the opposite side. When I tried to push off, he stopped me. My thoroughly kissed lips slacked as he lifted my hips without effort and slid my panties down my legs.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“I can’t take and I don’t got much to give.” He went to his knees. “But this, this I can give you.” He met my eyes, his gaze burning with amber fire. “Yes?”

Chapter Eighteen

Missy

How could I say no to my dreams? How could I deny myself what I needed with all my being? How could I resist whatever it was that Javier was offering when every part of me wanted to say yes to him?

I nodded because my lips refused to make words, even though I wasn’t sure what I was saying yes to. I didn’t care, either. In the depth of the night, the gleam in his irises sparkled with promises of spectacular dawns. Javier adjusted the hammock’s weave and lowered his head between my parted legs.

He kissed me.

He kissed methere.

His mouth traveled over my mons. His breaths blustered through the little red patch perched on top. He brushed his lips over my folds and planted small pecks along my seam before he drew me apart with his thumbs to allow his lips to meet my clit.

I groaned when he licked my sensitive bundle.Oh, my stars. A frisson of pleasure flushed my skin. I gasped when his tongue glided down. He lathered my sensitive inner lips, then flicked his tongue over and around my opening, commanding all manners of exquisite sensations to explode around the tip of his gifted tongue.

I had no words to describe the pleasure that his mouth set free in my body. I had no thoughts either, just feelings that turned into bliss as he sucked, licked, and lapped. The stars above me gained brightness, cheering me on. The jungle stood all around me in silence, witnessing the vanishment of Prissy Missy, at least for this moment.

With my legs wide open and my sex wet and exposed tothe ravages of his mouth, there was no room for Prissy Missy here. Maybe I should have closed my legs. Perhaps I should’ve stopped myself from whimpering, yelping, and crying out to mark every spike of pleasure, but I couldn’t, wouldn’t. The new me didn’t want to stop.

Instead, I reached down and raked my fingers through his hair, widening my legs and pressing myself to his face, famished for more of what he was giving me, desperate to quench the forces building within me.

“You taste so good, Angel.” His mumbles drifted wet and muted from between my legs. “I wanna drink your juices until I’m sated, which might be never. Your pussy is so delicious. Why? Why did you have to taste so fucking good?”

The huskiness hoarsening his voice turned my flush into a slow burn. The way he spoke, the raw, blunt words he tossed out combined with the warmth of his breath to ratchet up the heat. The flames traveled just beneath my skin, igniting everything in their path, and reaching places so deep and intimate I couldn’t name them.

My body was on fire. Every lick felt like the ultimate caress. With every suck, his lips ratcheted my need. He slid his hand under my T-shirt, his fingers marking a trail on my skin as they climbed to my breast.

“Oh, fuck.” He kneaded my flesh slowly, possessively, strumming a thumb over my stiff nipple, a caress that was also a torture. “You’re so soft, Angel, so sexy, so perfect to hold. All I wanna do is gorge on your pussy.”

When his lips closed once more over my swollen clit, my body stiffened and vaulted, suspended in a state of anticipation beyond anything I’d ever felt.

“I wanna be in you,” he growled between my legs, dragging his gaze to my face. “Some part of meneedsto be in you.”

My breaths quickened, but I nodded.

He pressed a finger in me, slowly gliding in my juices. It filled me up, stirring even more powerful sensations as he added a second digit. Maintaining eye contact with me, he lifted his eyebrows in a silent question.

“Yes,” I rasped. “Yes.”

His hand began to move. His fingers gently pushed in and out of me, slow, measured strokes that filled my wall’s emptiness. When he rotated his fingers, and brushed them over a particularly sensitive spot, my hips almost came off the hammock.

“Oh, God!”

This was nothing like the mild, meek sensations I’d managed back at the lake. This was powerful. Intense. Enormous. Need converged at the back of my sex, massive, urgent, and demanding.

I heaved. “What are you doing to me?”

“I’m eating your pussy.” His hot breath blustered over my wetness. “I’m pleasuring you the way that you deserve to be pleasured.”

His tongue worked fervently to drive me insane. His lips, oh, his lips. They were now exclusively devoted to my bliss. When they weren’t sucking my clit, they were kissing parts of me that had never been kissed before.

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