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draped them over his shoulders. No need for finesse; he didn’t want to give her time to backtrack or shy away.
    He pressed the flat of his hand on her low belly, then tracked the landing strip of dark curls to just over her clit. Her belly quivered so he pressed deep to let her know there would be no squirming away from him. He rubbed at the apex of her mons to encourage her bud to peep out from its protective hood. A little more encouragement and out it popped like a plump pearl.
    He blew across it, feeling her belly react and flutter under his palm. She stayed quiet, waiting.
    But he could see moisture gathering, creamy and scented in a way that made his blood boil. “I like your scent, Frankie. Like hot need and warm woman.”
    He nuzzled the side of her inner thigh, where some of her juice had smeared. The hollow between her outer lips and her inner leg was as good a place as any to start tasting her. She jerked at the first lick, but he pressed his palm into her again until she calmed and relaxed.
    His cock pounded, his blood rushed in his ears as he set the tip of his tongue to her outer lip. She flinched at the touch but soon eased her muscles again. “You’ll come soon. And then you’ll want my mouth all over you.”
    She rolled her head from side to side. He imagined her biting her lip to keep from crying out. But she couldn’t hold back a moan as he worked her into a frenzy. She gushed into his mouth while his tongue delved deep into her. She tasted of ambrosia and the earthy taste of horny woman.
    His thumb stretched to cover her clit and he rocked her into a soul-searing come that exploded on his tongue and lips. She grunted and pressed toward him while he lapped and held her at the peak.
    She rolled her hips and cried out. One arm slammed across her mouth to cover her screams, while she used her other hand to hold his head in place. Her fingers bit into his scalp while she bucked and lunged and came and came.
    Before the inner muscles stopped clenching, he rose to the bed and crawled up her trembling, shattered body, grabbed her hips and widened her cradle. While she quieted he slid on protection and positioned himself at her entrance.
    â€œSlide home, Daniel. I want you in.”
    The invitation sounded like the opening of heaven’s gate and he took his place inside.

5
    F rankie woke to the sound of a phone ringing and then the sound of a groggy male voice answering. Daniel.
    She snuggled into the heat of his side and tried to drown out his whispered conversation, but his voice began to clear, get sharper, louder.
    She peeped open an eye as he pulled himself to a sitting position. This put her face interestingly close to his cock.
    His morning erection filled her vision. She grinned and tipped out her tongue. Musk and salt burst on her taste buds.
    The man was as hot and delicious and good for her as an old-fashioned bowl of oatmeal on a cold morning. The taste of him warmed her belly and woke her completely.
    His voice changed as she slid her mouth over the top of his cock and down as far as she could go. He shifted his legs to give her room to seek out his sac. And a full sac it was, too.
    Full and hard and yummy.
    She rolled to lie between his open legs so she could lick his balls and tease at the hair there. Whatever he was talking about was already done. She heard the phone click off.
    â€œGood morning,” he said. His palms cupped the back of her head, fingering through her hair. “This is good, Frankie.” He moaned. “I’ll come if you don’t stop.”
    She considered it, but the musky flavor had woken her own need and she took one last swirl around the head of his lovely penis, dipped her tongue into the slit to taste the dew of pre-cum he offered then rolled to her back.
    â€œClimb on, big man, and ride me,” she crooned, pressing her breasts together for her own morning offering.
    He reached for a condom and stretched it over his