Page 51 of Hostile Extraction

She gasped when his fingers stroked under the edge of her panties, then grabbed hold and drew them slowly down her legs and out from under her dress.

His mouth quirked wickedly. “Lie back.”

She did as she was told, and he flipped her dress up, exposing her pussy to him. He pushed her legs wide. “Such a pretty sight. All wet and ready for me.”

He grabbed her leg and hooked first one knee and then the other over his shoulder. It brought his face to within inches of her pussy.

“Oh, God,” she breathed, trying to prepare for the new sensations.

He dipped his head and ran the tip of his tongue down her thigh, drawing her anticipation out tight like the string on a bow. He hadn’t even touched her there yet, and she was already trembling.

He spread her wider and inhaled.

“So fucking sweet. I can’t wait to taste you, baby.”

Then finally, he dragged the flat of his tongue along her pussy lips, and she threw her head back and arched her body. It was like an electric zing shot through her—-a zing she was instantly addicted to. Her hips lifted off the mattress, seeking out his retreating mouth.

“Oh, God, don’t stop,” she pleaded.

“Not a chance of that happening, sweetheart. I’m not stopping anytime soon.” He grinned up at her. “I might eat your pussy all night.”

Dusty pressed his face between her thighs, and his thick thumbs brushed along her pussy lips and spread them wide. He dropped his head, and she felt his hot, wet tongue swirl around her clit. She jerked in his arms, the shock of it taking her by surprise. No matter how much she’d thought she was prepared, she could never have anticipated how amazing it felt. Hot wetness flooded her as his tongue fell into a rhythm that drove her wild.

She gasped and fisted her hands in the sheets at her hips, watching him work her over with his tongue. It was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen.

“Oh God,” she moaned, thrashing. Was sex always this good?

He paused and nipped her inner thigh. Then before she could prepare herself, he plunged his tongue inside her opening and strummed her clit with his thumb. The change up threw her, and just when she relaxed into the new rhythm, he changed up again, slipping two fingers inside her slick pussy and swirling his tongue around her clit again. He stroked her steadily, keeping his pace, then replaced his tongue with his thumb so he could lift and stare at her flushed face, watching her reaction.

She was breathing hard, and her heart was pounding.

“Touch your nipples. Play with them,” he ordered.

“Dusty—”

“Do it for me, baby,” he insisted, and she complied, looking at the ceiling.

“Eyes on me,” he commanded.

She met his gaze with her heavy-lidded one. He stared back at her with dark eyes, burning with desire. The thrill of how she made him feel surged through her so fast it made her head spin. She suddenly felt her woman’s power, and it was a heady feeling. The corners of her mouth pulled up, and a matching glow hit his eyes.

Those fingers, those magic fingers of his, found some secret spot inside her that magnified her response off the charts, and her mouth fell open.

“Oh, Dusty.”

“There’s my girl. Do you like that?”

“God, yes.” She bucked to the rhythm of his strokes. “Oh, my God, Dusty. I can’t… I need to…”

“Don’t hold back, baby. Let it come.”

The ecstasy built inside her, climbing higher and higher, growing sharper and sharper.

“Pinch your nipples.”

He didn’t let up as she complied, moaning at the intensity.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured. “Don’t hold back.”

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