Page 54 of Mountain Security

Man, she’d been missing out.

After tonight, she was never going to make the mistake of thinking that ever again.

Alex’s teeth grazed her clit, and she had to bite her hand to stop herself from screaming.

I’m so close.

She didn’t know if she was going to come or if she was going to die.

Not a bad way to go, if so.

Alex looked up at her. “Not yet,” he said.

“If you stop,” she panted. “I’ll kill you.”

“I’m not stopping,” he breathed. “But … I … am … slowing … down.” Each of those words was punctuated by a little lick. Not enough to get her where she needed to get, but each still delicious in its own right.

Oh God.

When he senses she’d calmed down enough, Alex began licking for real again. His tongue delved deep into her pussy, folding itself onto her clit on the way out. Again and again. Relentless in the pursuit of pleasure.

Yvette hissed in a little breath. This time, the pleasure ramped up in a matter of seconds, rather than minutes. She felt hot—hotter than she’d ever been before in her life.

“So hot,” she breathed.

Alex moaned against her, then raised his head for a second, agreeing with her. “Yes. So hot.”

She didn’t think they were talking about the same thing.

Then his head was between her legs again.

Yvette gripped his shoulders, wondered vaguely if she was squeezing too hard, decided she didn’t care.

Sheneededto come.

If he stopped this time, she didn’t know how she would survive.

“Please,” she begged. “Please.”

“I’ve got you, Yvette,” he said. His hands gripped her ass, the pressure delicious. “I’ve got you and I’m not letting you go.”

His teeth grazed her clit again, sending her to the edge … and then sailing right over it.

Oh.

My.

God.

She was only vaguely aware that her knees were buckling. Then she was in his arms.

“I can’t wait a second longer,” he said, his voice deep and husky. Yvette lay in his arms, limp and sated, vaguely aware of the fact that he was taking the stairs up to her bedroom.

Alex lay her gently on the bed and lay down beside her. Never, in her entire life, had she ever felt safer, or as aware of somebody else’s body. The thick arm and shoulder muscles, the lean torso, the flat, sculpted belly.

And his cock, springing thick and long and hard against her.

“It almost hurts to look at you, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he said. His hand came up to trace the shape of her cheek, her lips.

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