Page 21 of Wicked Trouble

Zane shifted both hands under her ass and heaved her up onto the couch so he could crouch on the floor and have better access to her pussy. He licked her slit then latched onto her clit so hard that she jolted, somehow stifling a moan, swallowing it back so no one on the other side of the door would hear.

“Lick you like this?” He roughly poked and prodded at her aching nub before sucking her back into the warmth of his mouth once again.

“Yes! Yes! Just like that!” She tried to whisper but her voice was too rough sounding to be that quiet and she didn’t care… Oh God…she didn’t care at all, because Zane’s tongue and lips and mouth were magic.

She teased her nipples, pulling and pinching, rubbing and flicking. They were sticky with sauce, so she gobbed some saliva on her fingers then coated herself, which just ended up making the sauce spread more.

Zane had a tight hold her on her ass with one hand. With the other hand, he parted her ass cheeks then sipped one sauced-up finger to her puckered hole. He spread the sauce all over then licked it off, delving his tongue as deep as he could go between her cheeks.

She arched into his mouth, her body almost convulsing as the layered sensations zapped her nerve endings to oblivion. When Zane tapped her clit with his finger, her orgasm detonated and her body, along with all coherent thought, absolutely exploded. Cammie bit down on her bottom lip to keep herself from screaming.

A loud knock rattled the door.

Cammie gasped but nothing could stop her from coming.

“What?” Zane growled, one hand out to keep the door handle from turning.

“Just checking to see if you want those trays of food removed!” Sherri boomed, clearly oblivious to what they were doing.

“No!” Cammie cried out.

“We’re still eating!” Zane said.

As Cammie’s orgasm rocked her entire body, so did the urge to burst out laughing. Her moans were punctuated with hiccupped giggles that made her sound like she was having some kind of fit.

Zane didn’t relent until every last leg quivering spasm died, and finally, as the last of Cammie’s laughing subsided, Dr. Rose came back on the speaker.

“Have you two been practicing?”

Cammie covered her mouth to keep herself from snorting through another bout of laughter.

“Yes, ma’am!” Zane wiped his mouth with a napkin and grinned as he helped Cammie sit up again.

“You two ready to take it to the next level?”

Zane cocked an eyebrow as if to say, you mean there’s more? Which made Cammie cough through more giggles.

“Ready and willing!” Zane said.

“Wonderful! You two are such good sports.” More paper rustling. “Okay, now, what I want you to do…”

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