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“Stunning,” he quietly states. Almost reverently.

“Thanks. Barbie did the ink.”

“Who did the artwork?”

“I did.”

I hear him exhale a gust of breath as he continues to stare. I can feel his eyes on my skin, but I need more.

“Ranger, please,” I plead. “Please touch me.”

“You’re not naked yet.”

I reach behind me and unhook my bra, finally looking over my shoulder. “Neither are you.”

“I’ll get there,” he says with a promise in his voice, his eyes trailing my bra straps as they fall from my shoulders to be added to the pile on the floor.

I hook my thumbs into my panties, and he stops me.

“Not yet. You take those down now and this will be over way too fast, and I want to take my time with you tonight.”

I turn around to face him, letting him get his fill. His eyes don’t know where to look, but they are devouring me. He finally—finally—reaches for me and pulls me against him, my nipples rubbing against his t-shirt. The motion sending jolts ofelectricity straight to my core. If I didn’t have my panties on, I feel like I’d be making a mess of my inner thighs.

Slowly, his hand raises, and he drags his knuckles down my breast, across my nipple. The already hard peaks strain even more. When he leans forward and sucks my breast into his mouth, I can’t stop the moan that escapes me. I don’t have big tits, but Ranger doesn’t seem to mind. He’s sucking and tonguing one breast while his hand is massaging and tweaking the other. The combination of feelings has me careening toward the edge of a climax already. I’ve only read about people orgasming from nipple play, and as much as I want him to keep going, I want more.

Switching breasts with his mouth, he runs his hands up and down my torso, around my back, down to my ass, which he cups in his large hands and squeezes. His hands slip below the waistband of my panties, pulling them down as he continues to knead and squeeze my flesh. He lowers himself onto his knees in front of me and only then do I realize what his intention is.

“Ranger, you don’t have to,” I try to assure him.

“I’m in charge, Tink. And we will do whatever the fuck I want until you tell me to stop. And right now, I want to taste you. Understand?”

He looks up at me from under his long lashes, waiting for my reply. “I understand.”

Leaning forward, he takes a breath, inhaling my scent. The action causes my legs to shake. There is no way I’ll be able to stay standing with the things this man is doing to me. He runs his nose over my mound, humming his approval. And when his tongue slips through my slit, my knees do buckle. I don’t fall though, because his hands are there to catch me and hold me exactly where he wants me, kneading my ass as he pulls me in close. When he sucks my clit between his lips, I almost combust right there. But what he does next causes me to see stars. Hispinky runs the length of my slit, gathering up my wetness and stops at my asshole. He sucks my clit harder, applying pressure to the ring of muscles.

“Ranger,” I try to warn. Unfortunately, it comes out breathy and oh, fuck, I’m turned on.

He hums, the vibrations causing my core to spasm.

“Oh, fuck,” I grit out. “I’m going to come.”

Instead of easing off, he doubles his efforts, sliding his pinky in my ass easily, moving his mouth from my clit to my opening and spearing me with his tongue. He’s attacking my pussy with the vigor of a starved man. He’s eating me out like I’m his last meal. His tongue and pinky working in tandem to make me shatter.

“Ahhhh,” I cry out as my inner walls ripple and my muscles lock up. “Yes, yes, yes,” I chant as the orgasm washes through me, over me, and out from me. I throw back my head and squeeze my eyes shut, the colors bursting behind the lids.

He doesn’t stop until he’s wrung every bit of my orgasm from me. And even then, when I’m shaking and twitching from the sensations, he keeps going. I’m not aware of my surroundings anymore. I feel like I’m floating, but I can’t open my eyes to find out.

Only when I feel the cushions of the couch under me do I realize I’ve moved. I open my eyes enough to see Ranger standing over me, removing his clothes quickly and efficiently. His eyes are on my pussy, the look in them one of a madman who has found the prize. When he finally looks away, he meets my eyes. Desire warring with something that could be fear hidden in the depths of the brown.

“I’m going to take you now. Hard.”

“Please,” I beg. I’ve never been a beggar when it comes to sex, but something about this man makes me want to get on my knees and plead for his touch.

“Condom?” he asks.

I shake my head. We had this discussion. I want tofeelhim.

“Get on your knees and hold on, Tink,” he demands. His voice is husky and raw. Full of want.

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