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on his fingers and wrapped her arms around his neck to
press his mouth firmer over her breast. His teeth were grazing her nipple,
plucking at it, grinding it tenderly, and she was on fire with a lust that sent
waves of heat coursing through her entire body.
    “Ailyn,” she said, and the word was a
pleading, a begging and a needing that set his own soul aflame.
    He pressed deeply into her, suckled her
nipple hard, stabbed its swollen tip with his tongue and felt the ripples of
pleasure undulating through her moistness.
    “Ailyn!” she shouted, her body quivering as
wave after wave of intense pleasure moved through her. She rode that
concentrated tickle, ground against it, pushed up toward it and it seemed to go
on and on and on until she couldn’t take the enjoyment any longer. “Stop.
Stop!”
    Very slowly he withdrew his fingers and
with his gaze fused with her half-lidded, sated one, he brought those fingers
to his mouth to lick away her juices, to taste her, to revel in her spilled
passion.
    She drew in a harsh breath as she watched
him. Never had she seen anything so carnal, so forceful. It sent ripples of
desire through her, igniting her senses. Her breathing was so erratic she
thought she might pass out from the sheer intensity of the passion that had
rocked her to her foundation.
    When every bit of her moistness was gone
from his flesh, he smiled lazily at her. “Want to taste me now?” he asked in a
deep, throaty growl.
    “Aye,” she said, and sprang up and over him
with such fierce purpose she surprised him. His laugh was all the goading she
needed to position herself between his legs—her knees spreading his thighs
farther apart—and sit back on her haunches to stare down at the perfection of
his hard cock.
    His was larger than any man’s she’d ever
seen. Even Tariq seemed small in comparison and she thought that man’s root to
be massive when she’d surreptitiously ogled it. Ailyn’s shaft was long and
thick with prominent veins running along its length. The glistening head was
darker than and as soft as a baby’s ass when she touched it with the tip of her
finger. His sac was full and pendulous as she slid her hand beneath him to heft
the weight of those hairy orbs.
    “You should be sculpted,” she said in awe.
“At the very least painted.”
    He stretched out his arm so he could trail
his fingers down her breast. “Paint me with your saliva, ionúin .That
will be art enough for me.”
    Completely amazed, her hand shook as she
wrapped her fingers around his erect length, she was further stunned to find
she could not encircle that straining flesh completely within the span of her
closed grip. Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open. Her eyes met his.
    “When the time comes, it will fit,” he told
her.
    “I’m not so sure,” she said breathlessly.
    “I will stretch you on me, little Amazeen,”
he said. “And I will seat myself so deep in your cunt you won’t want me to
withdraw.”
    She had no doubt of that. Just staring down
at that magnificent rod made her insides quake with a need so powerful she
thought she well might come with him in her hand.
    “I’ll never get all of this down my
throat,” she said. He was so long she could put both hands around him.
    “Probably not, but you can try,” he said
with a wag of his thick black brows.
    And try she did, bending over him to take
the head between her lips. Her jaws reacted to the stretching as she suckled
him. She relaxed her throat and slid him as far into her mouth as she could
without gagging and didn’t begin to touch the base of that huge shaft. She pulled
him out, swirled her tongue over his slit, suckled him, drew on his head and
lowered her lips over him once again with her hands twisting gently,
alternately in opposite directions.
    Ailyn cupped her head between his hands and
lifted his hips so she didn’t have to bend over too far. He bent his knees and
pressed them against her shoulders, widening his legs even