Page 28 of The Collector's Temptation

She blushed hard, and I was fascinated as I watched it spread over her creamy skin. “Is this how you want me?”

I nearly groaned at her unintentional entendre.Non.I wanted her naked with her legs open wide, giving me a view of that tight pussy I’d felt dripping on my fingers.

“One last thing,” I said after clearing my throat and trying to push away my dirty thoughts.

Her thick red tresses were pulled up into a ponytail, and I gently removed the elastic to free it. Her hair tumbled down her back in gorgeous waves. “Parfaite.”

I strutted over to my easel, where I’d already set up the paints and brushes I intended to use. For the next couple of hours, I captured her beauty and elegance on my canvas. She would only be able to stay in that position for so long without becoming stiff and in pain, so we frequently took breaks for her to relax.

When I was at a good stopping point, I capped my paints and took my brushes over to the sink. I tried to concentrate on cleaning them, but after staring at her mostly naked body for hours, my cock was so big and hard that I winced every time I moved.

Finally, I’d taken care of my tools, and when I turned back around, my breath got caught in my lungs.

Kerrigan had shifted on the chaise to face me, her body in a similar pose. Only she was holding the sheet up over her tits. But they were too big to be fully hidden with only one hand gripping the fabric. She obviously hadn’t realized that it was barely covering her nipples. And the part that was draped over her hip had risen when she turned over, resting high enough for me to just barely see her pussy through the shadow created by the sheet.

Her eyes were greedily roaming over my body, and she licked her lips.

My control snapped.

In a few long strides, I was at her side and bent over to cage her between my arms, forcing her to roll onto her back.

“Do you want to know what else I said earlier?” I rasped.

She blinked, trying to process my question through the haze of lust surrounding her. “Yes,” she whispered.

“I want to fuck you, Kerrigan.”

Her tongue darted out to wet her lips again, and her emerald orbs lit up with fire.

Moving one of my hands down between us, I trailed my fingers lightly up her thigh until I reached her center.

Never taking my gaze from hers, I growled, “I want to taste this sweet pussy.” I glided a digit up between her folds and lightly brushed her clit. “And feel you come on my tongue.” Sinking my middle finger into her channel, I bent lower so our lips were a whisper apart. “You’re so fucking tight,miette. I want to bury my fat dick inside you and fuck you hard and deep while your pussy clenches around me.”

Kerrigan’s breathing had become choppy, and her eyes were glassy, glazed over with lust.

I pulled my finger from her sex and sucked it clean before gently prying the sheet out of her fist. When the material fell, I dragged it down to her stomach. Then I sucked in a quick breath, mesmerized by the sight of her incredible breasts. They were tipped with rosy nipples and covered in sexy little freckles. I made a mental note to one day connect them with my tongue before I fucked her luscious globes.

“I fucking love these big, soft tits,” I groaned.

No longer able to wait, I scooted back so I could take one of the stiff buds into my mouth. I lazily circled it with my tongue before I sucked hard.

Kerrigan gasped, and her back arched, pushing her breasts farther into my mouth.

“Aston!” she cried out as her hands dove into my hair.

I switched to the other peak, and when I sucked, she clenched the strands. The prickle of pain went straight to my dick.

“Putain, baby,” I grunted, “That’s so fucking hot.”

My cock was ready to explode, but I was determined to make her come before finding my own release.

I ripped away the rest of the sheet and tossed it on the floor. Then I pushed her thighs apart, resting one leg, bent at the knee, against the sloped back, while the other hung off the side. Kneeling on the floor at the footrest, I tugged Kerrigan down until her bare, wet pussy was right where I wanted it.

“Si jolie. Toute mouillée pour moi.”

I smirked when my sensual tone and French words made her shudder.

With the first swipe of my tongue up her folds, she gasped and I moaned.Merde. She’d tasted amazing on my fingers, but her addictive flavor was so much more potent and delicious on my tongue.

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