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“I love you, too, Natasha Beckett.”

“Call me Tasha. All my friends do,” I say, a sly grin emerges.

And with that, he pulls me into his lap and kisses me with the fire of the morning sun.

Chapter 16

Brann

Tasha. Tasha. Tasha. Her name in my mind. On my tongue. My lips. “So sweet. So luscious.” It’s hard to believe she’s really here, in my bed, in my home. “My mate.” The words come out a tangled growl.

“Always,” Tasha says, the brightest smile on her face. Sliding off my lap, she drops to her knees before me. Undoes my pants, and frees my cock, which has been craving her pussy ever since that night on the cliffside.

“You’ve been patient with me. I want to thank you.” Before I can protest her words, her mouth is on my cock, hot and needy, and my body reacts with a lurch of pleasure. The angle of her head is all wrong, awkward. As she reaches the tip of my cock, I lift her up, trying really hard not to growl at my tip popping out of her mouth.

“You don’t have to thank me, but if you want more, we need to readjust.”

Licking her lips, she nods eagerly, her hair falling in front of her face with her enthusiasm. “You’re so beautiful, my firecracker. Do exactly as I say.” Her smile turns mischievous, daring. “Take off your clothes.” She pauses to think, then complies. Foiling my own plans, I can’t keep my hands off of her once she’s down to her panties. Now I’m on my knees in front of her, worshipping this goddess before me. My goddess.

“This wasn’t the plan,” she says, breathless, as I tongue her clit.

“How do you know what the plan was?” She huffs in response. Whether from exasperation or pleasure, I’ll never know. But she’s right, this wasn’t the plan. Slowly, reluctantly, I stand, dragging my tongue up her stomach, between her ripe breasts, to her neck. “Come with me.”

On my back on the bed, she looks at me with suspicion. I crook a finger, beckoning her. Crawling over me, she straddles my stomach to ride me. Tasha mixes sexy and slightly unconfident in an endearing way. “You need to turn around.” Her eyes narrow and widen as she thinks this through. “Tell me,” I say, encouraging her, knowing the answer already.

Face in her hands, she admits, “I’ve never done this either.”

“Good. I’ll be your sixty-nine cherry popper. Now turn.” I twist a nipple, making her jump. Sweet peach of an ass in my face, I slide her back toward my face until her pussy hovers over my mouth. “Come here, kitty,” I purr at her.

She groans. Fine. Be that way. I raise my hips, pushing my cock at her face while running my fingers across her mound and through her folds. “You’re so wet already. I’m going to make you drip.” It’s a promise.

Still hovering over me, she takes me in her mouth, and I sigh my pleasure. “So good, my firecracker.” She licks me up and down, one hand holding me steady. I finger her clit and blow cool air across her. “More,” I demand. “You can take me.” Then, “Let me have you.”

My head in her mouth is a struggle, but she manages beautifully. Each slide up and down, I tease her clit and center more, weakening her hesitations. When she sits on my face, I know I’ve reached my first victory for the evening. “Good girl,” I say, muffled. She moans at the words, vibrating against my cock, making it hard not to explode already.

She’s so juicy and sweet. My tongue takes control, and it doesn’t take long for her movements to become more erratic. Her hand leaves my shaft for my balls. Gods, she squeezes and tugs. My thrusts take on a mind of their own, gagging her.

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