Page 71 of Fierce-Dane

“I’ll let you know when I’m close which isn’t far off.”

“Aren’t you so sweet,” she said. “But don’t worry about it. And bequiet.”

She went back to work, switching her fingers and hand movements up while she used her mouth around his tip.

Then she decided she was just going to do what always worked because she knew he was trying to hold back and it had to be somewhat painful.

She moved her hand down to his balls and cupped them and started to rub while her mouth moved up and down over the length of him.

She was sucking. She was licking. She was squeezing.

Then he was coming in the back of her throat.

She’d been prepared for it and swallowed quickly, then one more time.

It wasn’t as bad as she thought it’d be.

She sat back on her heels and looked at Dane lying on the table tense.

“Stop trying to hold your breath,” she said, laughing softly.

“I didn’t want to shout.”

“Why?” she asked. “No one can hear you but me. Don’t be shy.”

She climbed off the bed and got a towel and wiped him down a bit.

“Come here,” he said.

She moved over to the side by his head.

“Yes.”

“No,” he said. “Take your pants off, get back on this table and put yourself right where my mouth is. You’ve got your fantasy, then I’m going to get mine.”

Oh baby.

“Yes, sir,” she said, lowering her pants and kicking them off with her shoes and socks.

Her top and bra came off next.

No reason they couldn’t be naked together.

She got back on the bed and moved to the top as he’d said, dropping so that her damp heat was over his face.

He shifted her some, lifted up his head and pushed her hips right into his mouth.

There was no teasing.

Nothing at all.

He dove in face first...literally.

His tongue was licking the length of her as she’d done to him.

Then he was tapping on her swollen bud and alternating by pulling her outer lips into his mouth for a nibble.

“Dane,” she said. “I’m so close.”

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