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on the underside of your chin?”
    She hadn’t realized she’d squirmed until he groaned. “Shit,
you look so fucking sexy when you do that. Wriggle again, sweetheart.”
    Almost not caring that he’d used an endearment instead of
her name, she did as he asked. She teased her clit with his hard shinbone,
which she was currently straddling, but she couldn’t speak because by then her
mouth was full. Unable to resist the temptation of the most beautiful cock
she’d seen in a long time, she tasted it, and found it good. Amazingly good.
She found salt, heat and a spice she couldn’t identify, but which seemed more
Indian than Chinese, with a touch of Thai. Her favorite foods in one juicy
mouthful.
    “Dear fucking God, you do that well.” The expression in his
eyes was pure sin.
    She released him with a pop to say, “Don’t kid a
kidder, Zazz.”
    “Oh believe me, I’m not. You have a skilled mouth, Laura.”
    Reassured, she went back to work, but he put his hands under
her arms and drew her back up. “Fuck me, Laura. Not that I don’t love the way
you give me head, but I want your cunt right now.”
    Dirty talk had never turned her on. Until now. Her pussy
juiced all over his leg. Without taking his attention away from her, he reached
for the drawer in the night table, dipped in and found a condom. Wordlessly, he
handed it to her. Equally wordlessly, she opened it and enclosed his cock in
the thin latex. Lifting up, using her hands this time, she hovered her
pussy—her cunt—over him and brought them into contact. She swirled her opening
over his dick to moisten it and to tease herself.
    So good. When he murmured something and took her clit
between finger and thumb, massaging it, she gave in and sat on him. She didn’t
stop until his balls met her backside and his cock sank inside her as if it had
found its natural home. Which, as far as she was concerned, it had.
    She gloried in the opportunity to drive him wild. He
deserved it for driving her insane for so long. The reality surpassed anything
she could have imagined. He filled her completely, thoroughly and every time
she lifted to slam down on him, he stroked her G-spot, driving her to insanity.
    His yells of encouragement and pleasure were uninhibited,
and so were hers, wordless but expressive. She shoved her hair back behind her
ears—she didn’t want to miss any of this sight. She let the sensations
overwhelm her, stroke her into absolute and complete madness. But she didn’t
stop. Setting her hands on his chest, she leaned forward and worked harder. She
lifted almost off him and paused to tease his cock head with her pussy opening,
waiting until he gasped, “Have mercy!” before ramming him back inside her.
    They both cried out and she came, a rocketing orgasm that
shocked her to her bones, so she lost sense of time and place. But not whom she
was with. Crying his name, she felt his hands clamp around her hips, holding
her steady while she lost her senses. Shivers arced through her and she let her
head tilt back so she could catch her breath, which she was fast losing. The
climax went on and on, and while she heard him murmur encouragement, she
couldn’t make out the words. They didn’t matter. The cadence counted.
    At some point he grunted, and his cock, still deep inside
her, pulsed. His thighs tensed, his back arched and he yelled.
    He yelled her name.

Chapter Three
     
    When he’d fucked a woman, Zazz usually ensured she had a
bite to eat and then got home okay. The food got her out of bed, the chat
gradually distanced them, and then he could suggest a taxi and make a vague
date for the future.
    Already he’d done more with Laura. She felt too good in his
arms for him to want to let her go. What she’d said about not communicating
with people—he found that hard to believe. Before she’d fallen asleep, they’d
chatted idly, and he wanted more. He wanted to talk about songs, the world, the
new Bond film. Shit, everything. Just to talk to