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As Deegan placed her on her feet, he swore he could smell her desire for him. He wanted to take things the rogue-ish route and strip her naked. There was a hunger unlike anything he’d known to have her sweet cream all over his lips. Thankfully, he held his desire in restraints he didn’t know he had until this moment. She trembled against him and he warned his body that he needed to take things slowly, explore her, relearn each honied dip and curve.

Once he started, he wouldn’t be able to stop without ripping off his cock. He’d had all these feelings caged for too long.

With a fluttering of breath, she said, “Why have I fought this so long? This. Is. Amazing.” She reached down, grabbed the hem of her shirt and it was tossed into the air like a flag of surrender.

His breath came out in a ragged growl that filled the space of the room. She bent and kissed his chest, her hands pressed against his pecs. He could feel her breath against his skin, warm and tantalizing. He let his eyes drift close and gritted his teeth, hearing his jaw crack, lucky he didn’t break a tooth. This woman had him on a sharp hook like a defenseless fish, but he didn’t want to swim away. He wanted to stay here with her, never let her go.

“Don’t think I’m easy, Bronx. You hear? I’ve never considered myself easy to get along with.”

He laughed. “I’ve never thought you were easy.”

Her mouth was back on him, nibbling, licking and kissing. The tip of her tongue swirled around one flat nipple, and then the other. He’d never had much sensitivity to his nipples but watching her taste that part of him was a complete turn on. The feel of her soft, warm lips, and tongue over his skin made his balls tighten. Her teeth scraped against him and she bit down on him, but it didn’t hurt. She kissed a path up to his neck, swirling her tongue over his ear lobe. There she whispered, “You are a perfect combination of salty and sweet.”

Drawing back, he clapped his fingers gently around her shoulders, dragging his gaze down her perfect breasts. “My turn to taste.”

*

Never lacking in self-confidence regarding her body, Kiersten had always taken care of herself. Working out at least five times a week, she took pride in herself, but laying on the bed with the light turned on, having Deegan, the masculine equivalent of perfection, looking at her as if she were a Picasso made her feel beautiful. Lovely. Feminine. Tingles scooted down her limbs landing in her toes. He’d lost his boxers in one slide of hand and she boldly stared at his full cock. Long and thick and so hard. “Why is it that I don’t remember it being…well, so large,” she admitted.

His eyes filled with a proud glint. “If you’re trying to give me a big head, it’s working. In more ways than one.”

He joined her on the bed and the mattress sank under his weight, sliding her closer next to him. Right where she wanted to be. “Everything about you is strapping.”

“As long as you think I’m sexy,” he said in a low, thready voice.

“The sexiest man I’ve ever laid eyes upon.”

His brow raised. “Even sexier than the man from the pizza place?”

“Much more.” She winked, but at this point she was having a hard time focusing because his mouth was on her neck, kissing and licking. She arched into him about the same time his lips circled one nipple and sucked the tip deep into his mouth. The man certainly knew how to drive a woman bat shit crazy.

He moved lower, planting kisses on her stomach, teasing her belly button with a twirl of his tongue and even further until his hands were on her knees, lifting and spreading them wide. He gazed up the line of her body, grinning from ear to ear, looking much like the wolf who caught the pussy. “Your smell. It’s hypnotic. I’ll never get enough,” he said.

With both thumbs, he opened her wide and bent his head to give her center one long swipe of his tongue. Goosebumps broke out over her body and she curled her toes, moaning. Threading her fingers in his thick hair, she clung to him as the tip of his tongue spun around her clit, making erotic figure eights. Jolts of pure intoxication came in waves through her, around her, making every part of her come alive.

Closing her eyes, she rode the sensual waves as he suckled her flesh, driving her to the edge, only to bring her back for more madness. He lifted her legs over his shoulders, making his talented licks at a better angle and she almost screamed out when his tongue entered her.

Biting her bottom lip, she tasted blood. He licked her inner walls, sliding his deft tongue in and out, all around the wet walls. His large hands clenched her, pinning her legs to his shoulders as he hungrily came at her, diving in for more. He gave her clit special attention, suckling and loving on the bead until her back came up from the bed.

“I’ve thought of little else but this sweetness since I had you,” he admitted, his words vibrating her core. He swirled his tongue around her clit, interchanging between delicate nibbles and suckles until she was clinging to the bed like it were a lifeline.

Moments later she felt a familiar tension start in her toes, making them curl, climbing her legs like a bright, warm light and settling in her core. The sensation took hold over her like an invisible vice, clutching her in its tight grasp of erotic pleasure. Her orgasm grew like a fast-growing seed until she couldn’t hold the reins of control any longer. Giving in, she bucked against his face, riding his tongue as each spasm overcame her. He didn’t stop ensuing pleasure until every last drip of her was on his tongue.

“That was amazing.” She twisted her fingers in his hair where he was still planting sweet kisses on her inner thighs, caressing her clit with his thumb. Her body was so relaxed except for the clawing need still in her. He didn’t bother removing her legs from his shoulders, but lifted himself up her body, testing her flexibility.

Her scent lingered on his face.

“You’re lithe. I like that.” The wattage in his smile could light the entire state of Wyoming. He cradled her hips, her legs were wide, the backs of her knees braced on his shoulders.

It didn’t take a genius, although she was pretty damn close according to test scores, to realize that she was falling for this man. Head. Over. Heels.

Did she really care?

Hell no. She’d fall gladly.

Kiersten didn’t have time to digest her revelation because the tip of his cock touched her pussy, searching for home. He removed her legs from his shoulders and grabbed his girth, situating it at her entrance. “Ready?” he asked.

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