Page 87 of Hat Trick

“Fuck,” he groans, “you need to slow medown.”

“No.”

I yank him down onto the couch, pulling his body over mine. “You owe me at least another fantasykiss.”

He chuckles against my lips. “Pretty sure that you’re getting greedynow.”

“Pretty sure you’re the only one I hearcomplaining.”

Marshall’s eyes darken with lust, and he takes advantage of our position, rolling his hips against mycore.

“The jeans,” I moan, “off, off,off.”

“Desperate?” he taunts. “What if I tell youno?”

Here’s to findingout.

I push him onto the floor, delighting in the way his eyes go wide with shock and then desire. Then my fingers are on the button of his jeans, slipping it free and tugging down his zipper until it hits the base. With a little help, I ease the fabric down his legs, taking his briefs along for the ride. “While I’ve enjoyed all the ways you like to make me warm, I’ve been thinking of all the ways that I could return thefavor.”

“Gwen, you don’t haveto—”

His words end in a masculine groan as I slick my hand over his erection and press my lips to thetip.

“Holyshit.”

I glance up past his thick cock to see Marshall up on his elbows. His T-shirt has ridden up his hard stomach, and he looks like a fantasy come to life. Utterly. Delicious. “This is one fantasy kiss you didn’t seecoming.”

I close my mouth over him, making sure to watch him for his reactions. He doesn’t hold back. His fingers thread through my red hair, pushing the strands back so that he can see my face. With each downward thrust of my mouth, I give it to him exactly how he likesit.

Tight at the top, with a flick of my tongue under thehead.

I do that, over and over and over again until he’s both praising me and cursing me all atonce.

“No more,” he rasps, “I’m going to come, and I’ve been dreaming about that sweet pussy ofyours.”

I give his cock one more hard pull, which is apparently all he’ll allow me. He strips off my clothes in record time, leaving me naked and waiting on my plushcarpet.

“Hold on a sec,” he murmurs, leaving my side to head for thekitchen.

I don’t want to wait for him, and the memory of his lust-filled gaze as I made myself come over our video chat has my fingers dancing over myclit.

“You couldn’t wait, could you.” It’s not a question, but I can hear his laughter as he drops to the carpet and crawls his body over mine. “I love that you’re always so willing to show me what youlike.”

I feel his blunt fingers trace my slit, encouraging me to widen my legs for his big body. My breath catches at the first touch of his finger to my clit, and then I’m left panting when he thrusts into me with onefinger.

No,two.

“That’s always the magical number for you, huh, honey?” He drops a kiss to my mouth, feasting on me as his fingers pump in and out. “Two fingers to your clit, two fingers inside your pussy.” Another deep kiss that leaves me moaning like a completehussy.

Those magic lips of his descend down my body, kissing here and there. My limbs freeze at the first touch of his tongue. He groans deep in his throat, and I feel heat sweep up my chest. “Oh, myGod.”

The smooth glide of his fingers is replaced with his thrusting tongue, and I lose it. Right then and there, with no lead-up necessary. Fingers grasping my furry rug, I gasp and call out hisname.

Another swipe of his tongue against my clit. A shiver works down myspine.

“You’re sweet.” He leans up to kiss me, devilishly and raw, and I taste myself on his tongue. “So damnsweet.”

He pulls back to prop my legs over his thighs, so that he’s nestled between my legs, his cock poised at my entrance. With his hands on my hips, it takes him only one thrust to enter mefully.

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