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fullness of her lower lip,
and pictured the head of his cock teasing her this way. His cock pulsed with
swollen desire, a painful pleasure Dermot wanted to extend forever.
    As if she knew what he was thinking,
the woman’s tongue wrapped around his finger, drawing it deeper into her mouth. He groaned. Then
she began sucking on it.
    His groin was on fire. The leaping flames were swelling
his cock like a cooked sausage. He was going to burst unless he cooled himself
in her flowing waters. The agony was unendurable. He hoped it never stopped.
    He realized he was grunting softly, in time with the
seductive pull of her mouth.
    Pulling his finger free, he silenced himself by closing
his mouth over hers. Their kiss was hard, savage, an openmouthed duel of teeth
and tongues. He tasted blood, but neither of them could stop now.
    She pulled his tongue deeply into her mouth, sucking
hard, and Dermot’s eyes crossed as the pleasure tore through him.
    He covered her body with his, her tender breasts crushed
beneath his chest, her stomach quivering against his hard, hot cock. Driving
one hand deeply into her hair, he held her head and thrust his tongue as far
into her throat as he could. With his other hand, he reached between their
bodies, searching for the swollen bud he’d so recently teased.
    As soon as he touched it, she bucked beneath him. He
swallowed her sharp cry, their mouths still fused
together, and rubbed her—hard. Writhing, moaning, and pumping her hips, she
sought relief. Dermot’s fingers kept slipping, she was
so wet, unintentionally teasing her to the point of near madness. Twice she
shuddered, tremors rippling through her body, only to continue rubbing against
his hand after a brief pause.
    She clutched his back, and when that was not enough, his
ass. She ground her hips against his, churning against his rigid cock. Dermot’s
eyes were closed, but the flares of pleasure were so strong, bursting behind
his closed eyelids in neon reds and greens, he was sure he’d gone blind.
    They broke the vacuum seal of their kiss, both of them
gasping for air. She shoved at his hips, lifting him from her body, and his
trapped cock sprang free to hang between her legs. She moaned, a ragged groan of pure pleasure that begged for more.
    Dermot panted, struggling for control, as he stroked the
length of his cock up and down her slick cleft. Her pulsing flesh wrapped
around him, caressing him, and his control broke. He thrust inside her. She was
so open and eager, she barely felt his entrance,
sliding smoothly up the wet passage.
    Another shudder rippled through her. Taking advantage of
her momentary stillness, he began slicking his cock in and out. Soon she was
moving with him, rising to meet his thrusts as he grunted and pumped against
her.
    The damned tears that he never could master pooled in
the corners of his eyes. His head spun, crazy colored lights and snatches of
songs echoing in his mind. His cock was so huge, he couldn’t imagine how he
could fit inside her, and every brush against her hot, wet flesh was like
broken glass scraping across his sensitive skin.
    He whimpered, then begged.
“Please.”
    On his next thrust, she surged upward, sheathing him to
his balls, then wrapped her legs around his, locking him in place.
    Another whimper broke from him. “Yes. Oh, yes, please.”
    Her palm smacked his ass, crushing his balls against her
swollen bud, and he cried out as lightning flared in his groin. Wildly, he
kissed her face—her cheeks, her chin, her nose, her mouth. Anyplace that he
could reach. His hands groped for her breasts, squeezing and kneading until her
sharp gasps told him he’d found the most sensitive spots. And all the while,
she kept slapping him, the frantic tempo building until he was rutting madly,
unable to think of anything but appeasing the pain.
    With a howl torn from deep within him, he came, pouring
into her. And still her hands rose and fell against his ass, rocking him
against her as her inner