Page 55 of Hostile Extraction

Dusty pulled his fingers out as she panted for breath, and climbed up her body, bringing them to her mouth. “Suck,” he ordered, and she did.

Then he pulled his fingers out and kissed her, his tongue invading her mouth. She tasted herself and him, and it was so fucking good.

His throbbing erection pressed against her, reminding her he hadn’t had his release yet. She was about to push him to his back and return the favor when he pulled off her to stand beside the bed.

“Come here,” he said, extending his hand.

She slipped her hand in his, and he grabbed a pillow and led her to the foot of the four-poster bed. He plopped the pillow over the bed rail and positioned her facing it.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“You’ll see. Up you go, face down.” His hands grasped her waist, and he lifted her, putting her on her stomach over the pillow covered rail. It hit her at her hips. His palm pressed on the middle of her back until her cheek was to the mattress and her ass was up in the air. “Perfect.”

“Dusty,” she panted, excitement growing in her belly. She loved how he took control of her.

He spread her legs. “Show me that pretty pussy.” He sank two fingers inside, causing her to jerk. “So wet and ready for me, aren’t you?”

She moaned and clamped down on him.

“That’s my baby. I’m going to fuck you, Asia. This is one of my favorite positions. I hope you like it, too.”

He brought the head of his dick to her opening and circled it around in her arousal. “I don’t have another condom, but I promise I’ll pull out. You okay with that?”

She twisted her head to look over her shoulder at him, and nodded, realizing she was at the perfect height to line up with his hips and dick.

He moved close behind her, stroking his palm over her bare bottom. “You have the most amazing ass, Asia.”

He slipped his hand under and found her nipple, pinching hard while the fingers of his other hand sought out and stroked her clit, then circled her opening, gathering the wetness and coating that little sensitive bud, the whole time he took turns pinching and tugging on her nipple. The multiple sensations caused a fresh cascade of pleasure to run through her, down to her throbbing clit.

She groaned loudly and was about to beg for more when Dusty dropped to his knees.

His hands closed over her calves, and he spread her legs wide. Anticipation zinged through her. She strained to see, but a moment later, she felt his mouth on her pussy lips, his tongue seeking out and finding that little bundle of nerves that had her gasping.

She jerked and moaned and pressed her forehead to the mattress. In this position, she was at his mercy, and that only added an extra layer of intensity to the sensations.

Oh, my God.

He added two fingers to her vagina, and that amped everything up another notch.

She was on the edge again when Dusty picked up his pace, his thick fingers stroking across her G-spot with every thrust. Oh, God. She needed to come so badly.

“Asia?”

Her heart pounded, but her attention was on the throbbing in her clit and the ache in her core. She was too aroused to think. It was so intense.

“Feel good?” Dusty asked, his voice thick with need.

“Uh-huh,” was all she could manage. She squirmed, because it felt so good, and she wanted more.

He read her mind, leaning in and giving her more.

His tongue on her clit was relentless, never allowing her a moment’s respite to catch her breath, and an orgasm was barreling toward her. “Dusty.”

“Hold off, baby.”

“I can’t.”

“You can. I want you to come all over my cock, not my fingers.”

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