Page 71 of The Marriage Auction 2: Part 1

He closed his eyes, face turned to the ceiling, when he grinned and said, “Good Lord, what on Earth did I do to deserve such a blessing?”

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Memphis had me up against the entry wall, hands on my ass, mouth to mine the second the door clicked shut in my hotel room.

His mouth slid down my neck. “Woman, you are going to be the death of me.”

I moaned as he pressed closer, his big body plastered to mine like a warm blanket on a freezing cold day. “You die on me before giving up the goods and there will be hell to pay.” I clung harder to the muscles of his back.

His hands scaled along the skintight fabric of my dress. When he got to the hem, he curled his fingers and yanked it up past my hips, over my ribs until I got with the program and held my arms aloft. “That’s not how you remove it—zipper.”

“Fuck unzipping. This is faster.” He lifted the dress over my head, taking my long curls with it. I burst out laughing when he cupped both mounds and pressed them together, and with his tongue flat, licked between them, leaving me to untangle my hair from the damn dress before tossing it to the ground.

“God damn you smell good. What is that scent?”

“Baby, I’m not wearing perfume.”

He groaned so deep in his chest, I felt the rumble between my thighs.

His fingers shoved down my strapless bra until it was hanging around my waist. “Fuck me, Nay…I’ve never seen prettier titties. Jesus!” He grunted as he sucked my nipple into the fiery heat of his mouth. I arched with the pleasure, panting like I’d run a marathon. My hands shook as I held his head to my chest, feeding him more of me.

He sucked and swirled that magnificent tongue, and finished with small biting nips against the now tender, erect tip. “Next,” he hummed, switching to my other breast.

My legs trembled, my knees weakening. “I’m going to slide down this wall if you don’t find a bed soon.”

He released my breast with a plop, then shook his head, went back and sucked it again for another couple seconds as if he couldn’t bear to stop even to take a breather.

Before I knew it, I was down on the floor, his big body over mine. “Better?”

“Fuck yessssss!” I kissed him, our tongues tangling magically. He tasted like my peach lip gloss along with a subtle hint of salt and spice. I shoved off his suitcoat, discarding the item. My fingers went to the buttons of his shirt. I got one undone before he straightened up.

He was breathing just fine, an athlete in his prime, ready to take down his opponent in a battle to the goal, while I was a panting, blubbering mess of exposed nerves and needy moans.

He undid his shirt smoothly, and tossed it aside, putting his massive, sculpted chest on full display. The man wasn’t just fine from top to toe, his body was living, breathing art.

I watched with anticipation as he undid his belt, unzipped his fly and shoved his pants off until he was clad only in his boxer briefs.

“Naomi…” He fisted and unfisted his hands. He seemed desperate to stay in control of himself, possibly even moments away from snapping. “If you want to slow down, let me make love to you good and proper in a bed now’s your chance to make that known. Because, woman, the second I get my mouth between those thighs, all bets are off.”

I ran my hands over my breasts, tweaking my nipples as I went, curving my body towards him. His nostrils flared, and he inhaled sharply as he flicked his tongue out to lick his bottom lip.

“I want you to fuck me now. Make love to me later.”

“Thank Christ!” And then his mouth was on me. Right over the simple satin thong I wore. His tongue teased over the damp fabric as he maneuvered his shoulders between my thighs,spreading me so wide my hips smarted, but I didn’t care. The pleasure was worth the ache.

He snapped the itty-bitty line of fabric on each side of my hips as if it was as easy as ripping a tissue. Then his mouth wasthere. His tongue went straight for the promised land, driving as deep as he could go. So much that his teeth grated along my clit, and I saw stars. He placed both hands close to my sex and held me open as he devoured me whole.

I was so strung up, the foreplay having lasted the past hour, I came instantly, my body quaking like a six-point-four earthquake, destroying me further with every second he drew it out. The orgasm spiked, soared, and ravaged the heart of me.

Once I came down from my high, he reached for his pants, pulled out his wallet, and fingered a condom. His hands trembled as he ripped the foil, shoved his briefs down, and presented me with one monster-sized cock.

“Have mercy,” I gasped as he slid the rubber over that behemoth.

“Don’t worry, it will fit. You were made for me.” He groaned as he ran his large hand up and down his dick, working his length, hissing with pleasure.

“There’s those pretty words again. Now give me the goods,” I snapped, losing my ever-loving mind.

“Mmm…” He grunted as he notched the wide head to my slippery slit. He thrust straight in.

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