Page 32 of Bite Me

“Tell me what you want now,aroha.” He didn’t wait for her response. Her musky aroused scent was like a drug. He licked one thigh, then the other, and wrapped his hands around her hips, digging into her lush ass.

He licked his lips and buried his face between her legs, licking her wet pussy, eating her juicy lips and clit like he was the one starving.

Starving for her.

Deliciously Sinful

The sexual energy flowing off Ky floored Jada. She’d never been with any man who got so aroused from trying to bring her pleasure.

Bring her pleasure, he did. His mouth, his tongue, his hands, were all magic. Everywhere he touched her, her body tingled and tightened. It made her heart beat hard and she couldn’t seem to get enough air. It felt so good.

Good wasn’t right. Fabulous, wonderful, amazing. None of them described what he did to her. Deliciously sinful was closer.

He made her want more, made her want to feel all the pleasure she’d given over the years.

The power of his lust for her refilled the empty hole in her like fine dining after eating a lifetime of fast food. But this other feeling surrounding him, pouring from him to her, was a force she didn’t understand, didn’t know what to do with.

The way he touched and tasted her body was a hot meal. The way he wanted to do it and wanted her to like it was the coffee, dessert, wine, and the doggie bag for a midnight snack.

He overwhelmed her, her senses, her body.

His tongue teased, flicking across her clit, but only for a second before he licked his way down to her entrance and pushed inside of her.

Oh, yes. That’s what she wanted, needed.

She wanted more than his tongue. Never had she cared a bit about a man’s size. She’d seen one, seen them all. His cock was big enough to fill her, and she couldn’t wait.

He’d asked her, demanded she tell him what she wanted. The words felt strange in her mouth. “Ky, take me. Fuck me.”

Those were the words men loved to hear.

Right?

Oh god. Now she was all up inside her head. Was she doing this correctly? This wasn’t the kind of sex she’d ever had.

He grumbled, the vibrations of his voice tickling her pussy, sending shocks of need straight to her clit.

She had no idea what he’d said, but he didn’t move from his position on his knees.

He liked it when she put her hands in his hair and scraped her fingers across his scalp. She did that and tried to pull his head up.

“Ky, I want your cock inside of me.”

That got his attention. He looked up, her juices covering his mouth and chin. “Don’t worry, I’ll fuck you long and hard, but not yet. First I want to hear you moan my name while I suck on your clit.”

“Ooh, Ky.” Was that what he wanted?

He stood up and lifted her chin, so she could look nowhere but at him. “Don’t do what you think I want, Jada. Let go. Feel what I’m doing to you, feel the pleasure for yourself. Not for me.”

The succubus part of her was hiding her eyes and pretending they didn’t know each other. The human part of her was such a noob. “I am, but, I don’t know how to do this. I know how to give men every sexual fantasy they have. That’s how I get…fed.”

He rubbed his fingers across her bottom lip, staring at it. “You don’t have to know how. You don’t have to do anything but let go.”

“What if I can’t?” This was too much pressure.

He pressed a soft kiss to her mouth. “Then I’m not doing my job right. Relax.”

She bit her lip, tasting herself from where he’d kissed her. “I’m trying.”

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