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even think when you’re
doing that.”
           She opened her eyes to see him in the
mirror. His head was thrown back, his neck corded, those long lashes of his
dusting his cheeks. Then he looked down, tipping her chin away from the
reflection. His gaze trapped her, a dark pool of need. His intensity had her
skimming her hand between her thighs, compelled to touch herself. She gave
herself up to the sheer, overwhelming pleasure of his taste, the feel of his
hard flesh between her lips, the intoxicating scent of his skin. He plunged
deeply, fucking her mouth as he held her head in his hands. All the while, she
caressed herself in rhythm to his thrusts.
           She squeezed his balls and felt his orgasm
build against her throat. When the first wave of come filled her mouth, heat
shot from deep inside her. With one last stroke across her clitoris, she came
as hard as he did, flying off in an out of body experience where all that
existed was the salt of his come in her mouth and the pulse of her pleasure
sweeping through her limbs. Where the only person that existed for her was Jud.
           
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           Jud came to himself with his back against
the bed and Stacy in his arms, wrapped around him, her skirt up around her hips
and her naked ass screaming for his touch.
           She took a deep breath and let it out
slowly, then lifted her chin. “So, was that proper?” she asked, something he
couldn’t quite gauge flickering in her gaze.
           “I don’t think I need to tell you. You
already know.”
           “It was very proper.” The words were right,
but she gave him a smile he didn’t believe.
           Then she eased away from him, stretching,
her breasts rippling beneath her bodice. Straightening her dress, she turned
and fluffed her hair in the mirror. She smoothed two fingers beneath her eyes,
fixing the mascara that had smudged.
           “Look at that, my lipstick’s all mussed.”
           He pulled her back against him. Reeling her
in with a kiss, he tasted her tongue, still piquant with his essence, sucked at
her mouth, then finally licked along her lower lip.
           He rubbed a thumb over the lush jewel he’d
just tasted. “Now it’s gone, and you don’t need to worry about fixing it.”
           Once more slipping from his grasp, she came
to her hands and knees and arched like a cat. His cock leapt, and he wanted to
take her in that position, with his balls slapping her ass and his cock
reaching to her womb.
           She grabbed her panties and slipped into
them, her movements unconsciously graceful and seductive in the aftermath of a
powerful orgasm, yet somehow...detached. “You were right, Jud, I’m going to
sleep like a baby. Thanks.” Even her words were uninvolved, something she’d
give to any man.
           He wasn’t just any man. As his cock claimed
her mouth, he’d claimed her . She just
wasn’t ready to admit it yet.
           She flipped her skirt back into place. “My
sincere apologies for doubting you.” She raised a brow. “Though I did touch
myself. Wasn’t I supposed to come without touching?”
           “Not necessarily.” Jud rose, his pants undone,
but his dick back in place. Instead of zipping, he shrugged out of the tux
jacket and threw it on the nearby sofa.
           “You had your finger on your sweet little
button,” he went on, “because you so enjoyed what you were doing to me, you had to touch yourself.” He paused a
moment to let that sink in. “And we’re only just getting started.”
           “But”—she spread her hands—“we both had an
orgasm. What more is there?”
           He smiled like the predator she made him.
“A lot more.”
           She backed up. “It’s late. I need to get
going.”
           He wasn’t about to let her brush him off
like a pesky gnat. He was more than one of her club trysts. He took a step
toward her,