Page 50 of Dangerous Games (Tempting SEALs 2)

"Morganna." He moved to snag her hair again, only to have her flip her head to the side, anger mantling her cheeks.

"If you grab my hair again, I'm going to bite you." Her teeth raked over the throbbing head of his cock and he nearly shot his release then and there. "Now stay still and let me play, Clinton McIntyre, or I promise, you're going to hurt for a week."

Her tongue snagged the gold ball ring a second before her teeth gripped it, the little pout on her lips assuring him she meant business.

Clint fought to swallow. With every touch, every sweet, silky caress, she was destroying his soul. How the hell was he supposed to let her go when this was finished?

"I need to taste you," she whispered as she licked beneath the crest, her little tongue flickering over the most sensitive area of his cock. "I need to make you feel good, too, Clint."

His hands slapped to the bed, fisting in the blankets as he dared back at her. He couldn't speak. Gibberish would result.

"So gracious you are, too." Her husky laughter breathed over him, torturing him as her delicate hand began to stroke the thick shaft. "That's okay, lover; I'm used to the Grouch. God knows how I could handle the shock if you were actually nice."

Her eyes gleamed with laughter.

He forced himself to stay silent, to brace himself.

There was no bracing himself for her mouth. Her lips surrounding the blazing ache in the head of his erection, sucking it deep into her mouth as her tongue caught and played with the ring that pierced the foreskin.

"Sweet God!" he prayed, feeling the come boiling in his scrotum as he fought for control.

Her moan vibrated against him as her mouth tightened on him. Her lips stretched around him, sending exquisite fingers of electric shock through his penis, straight to his balls. Shit, he wouldn't last a minute like this.

His hips arched again, driving the bloated head deeper as her mouth sucked him firmly. So sweet and hot, velvet-tight. And her face. Her expression was something he knew would be branded in his mind forever.

It glowed. Her sweet, beautiful face glowed before him as her hungry lips consumed him. Heavy-lidded eyes stared up at him; slender fingers stroked his shaft, caressed the taut sac below, and blew his mind.

She was the vision of every sexual fantasy he had ever known in his life. Of course, every sexual fantasy he had ever known was Morganna.

"Sweet baby." His lips opened, his voice, so hoarse it shocked him, spilled the words building in his mind. God, he couldn't resist her, couldn't resist the need that had his hips pumping, his erection fucking into her mouth as his loins tightened with a release he wondered if he would survive.

"Perfect." His strangled groan tore from his lips as she tongued the ball ring, tugged at it, licked over the foreskin. Sweet Heaven have mercy on him, he was going to blow his mind with his orgasm.

This wasn't pleasure. This was torture with silken licks, a firm draw of satin cheeks. It was the most incredible torment he had ever known in his life.

"God yes!" His body corded as he felt her take him deeper, felt the sweet, fiery constriction at the back of her throat on the highly sensitive tip of his cock. "Damn you to hell, Morganna!"

He was going to come. His hands moved for her head, only to have her slap them back as the pressure on his cock eased.

"Fuck. Suck me." His hands slammed back to the bed.

He wasn't a fool. If he dared attempt to control this, she would stop. And he couldn't bear that. She was sucking his mind from the tip of his cock and he considered it an acceptable sacrifice. Fiery fingers of exquisite pleasure were tearing up his back, sizzling in the base of his spine, warning him that he couldn't hold off much longer.

He was panting for air. Breathing was almost impossible. Sweat broke out over his body as he gritted his teeth, snarling with the rapture tearing through him.

"Damn you!"

Her mouth tightened.

"Morganna. Baby ..."

Her tongue flickered, tugged at the ball ring, lashed him with heat, and then as the tip of his erection was sucked to the back of her throat the explosion that resulted had him crying out, when he never cried out.

His hips arched tight, his eyes closed as his head ground into the pillow and his semen burst from the tip of his cock, spilling into the hot depths of her mouth. It was never ending, ripping through him, shuddering through his body, and stealing his soul.

When the last furious pulse of hot liquid was consumed by her greedy lips, he was free. He jerked her to him, rolling her to the bed and pushing in between her thighs.

He was still hard, still hungry. He would never, could never, get enough of her. His hands gripped her hips as he came over her, his thighs widening hers as he pressed into her.

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