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he drew his dripping fingers deep into his mouth, sucking her essence from them and closing his eyes at the exquisite dark taste of her.
    “Perfection.” He smiled after pulling his fingers free, his eyes opening to stare into hers, holding her prisoner with his gaze.
    “I will have more of you, Laney.” He smiled at the look of mingled lust and shock that spread across her face. “I will lick and suck straight from the source.”
    She whined, and he looked down to see her labia spasm, clenching no doubt at the empty feeling that surely was taking over her senses.
    “Oh yes, you want me,” he growled before wrapping both hands around her hips and hefting her higher.
    “Here.” He ran his fingers over her, between the lips of her labia, pressing against her hooded clit, before moving past the opening to her body. “Here, Laney, is where I will sheath my sword.”
    His fingers trailed lower then, across her perineum and lower to the puckered entrance of her anus.
    “Later, I will pierce you here as well,” he murmured, watching as she squirmed, looking shocked that caresses in such a place could feel so good. “Surprised?” he asked, running his finger around the soft skin of her anus. “Amazed that I would want to take you here? But that is not all, Kitten. I long to bury my tongue there, to taste even the most forbidden parts of you, to know you as fully as a man can know a woman.”
    Again he caressed her there, watching as her cheeks clenched and quivered at the gentle touches that stimulated more nerve endings than she knew existed.
    “But at a later date,” he promised. “For now, I will not dwell on the more exotic pleasures of plundering your silken fondant, my kitten. For now I will be content to sup at the fount of your desire.”
    With that, he slid back until his hard cock pressed against the sheet beneath them, his hands pushing out her inner thighs, ensuring that there was space for his shoulders, then lowered his head.
    Laney was gasping now, breathing hard, her eyes open and dilated in her growing pleasure.
    He started with his nose.
    He pushed his face to her hot pussy, his nose gently nudging her clit.
    She cried out, tensing her body, tightening her thighs around his head, but he merely chuckled. He had expected her reaction and grinned, imagining the strength of her thighs squeezing his waist while he took her hard; or better yet, the feel of them gripping his hips as she rode him.
    “Yes,” he purred, making sure that his warm, moist breath bated her clit. “This huge proboscis is good for a lot of things.”
    “Ohhhh, Chan!”
    Her wails were music to his ears when he nudged her yet again, manipulating her clitoris, grunting himself at the feeling of her hands tugging, and yanking at his hair.
    Then he could resist no longer. The smell of her so close to his mouth…. His mouth began to water, and he forced her legs up and out, suckling at the exposed rosy nubbin of her clitoris and the glistening flower of her opening.
    Moaning, he lowered his mouth, sucking gently at her clit.
    “Chan!”
    Her body jerked and lurched underneath his hold, but hold her he did. It was his time to eat, and he intended to enjoy his feast.
    His tongue came into play, licking rapidly at the tender bit of flesh, sucking in the slick fluid of her desire that flowed from her pussy in startling amounts. Clicking and shuddering, he pressed as close as he could, shaking his head from side to side, smearing his face with her essence even while he eagerly lapped at her clit from different angles.
    “Oh, Chan,” she groaned. “God, yes! Eat me! Eat me! Eat me!”
    Never one to disobey a favorable order, Chan pulled away from his appetizer and descended to his full meal.
    “Gods, yes,” he grunted, laving his tongue along her labia, reviewing her juices before he sank it deep within her.
    “Ohh, God,” she gasped, her voice growing high and fragile as her hands yanked at his hair, her whole body winding