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strong fingers kneaded her ass cheeks.
    Heaven . She pushed against his skilled mouth.
    He lapped her juices, swirling his hot tongue over her swollen bud . Tension mounted, making her moan for more.
    " Tangy sweet, my Chey."
    " Please." So close.
    S he'd never get enough once he was inside her. A wicked finger angled up under her pubic bone and threw her past the edge. Ribbons of color fluttered behind her eyelids. Her body seized and she rode the wave of pleasure until a boneless calm swept through her.
    Already addicted, she wanted more, needed more.
    " Baby." He breathed, covering her with his body.
    She basked in his sheltering for a few moments longer, but the ache to please him out weighed her comfort. She rolled to her back while still beneath him, meeting him face to face. "Torture comes with a price."
    Her hands swept his across his broad shoulders to the wide expanse of his lats. She marked the indentation of his spine in contrast to his muscular back. His mouth took control in the form of a kiss as her hands migrated south. She fanned her fingers and spread his ass cheeks. With a slim digit, she pushed inside. Shane bucked his acceptance as his cock nudged her wet entrance.
    " Dirty girl." He whispered hotly.
    " Just getting started, stud," She liked that her naughty side excited him. While he hovered over her, she slid farther down. Still beneath him, she found the crevice of his chest with her darting tongue. At his navel, she laved a dark line of hair. Then, as she found his engorged cock, his musky male scent filled her nostrils.
    Choked g roans spurred her finger deeper. She worked his snug passage as she dipped her head, catching his smooth balls with her lips, and felt them draw tight.
    Such fun for the little doe to control a mighty hawk . From there she twisted around. Came up behind him and parted his muscular cheeks, then flicked his tight bud with fiery welts of her tongue.
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    Jesus, she was killing him. Slowly. By degrees. No woman had ever dominated him sexually. Shane burned. Chey's hot tongue teased him in slow circles, branding him. She knew his need. Only she was ever allowed to pleasure him in such a way. His balls clenched with need. Like a man on a tightrope, he hung on the ragged edge.
    He needed to fuck her . He'd lusted for so long to bury his cock in her sweetness. All restraint lost, he won the next wrestling move. Pinned her like a butterfly. She lay before him in the moonlight with eyes glazed. The force of him nestled between her thighs. Each time she rocked her hips forward, he inched backward.
    " Hurry." She moaned. Her bewitching, green eyes dilated to black as she begged.
    " No baby, been waiting too long to feel your sweet pussy grip my pole." He chuckled softly. "It's going to be slow and agonizing."
    W ith a flex of his hips, Shane drove past her weeping slit into her snug channel.
    She bucked like a wild mare, ready for the ride of her life.
    So wet . So smooth. Her thighs corralled his waist, drew him deep into her depths. Tight.
    H e willed his heart to slow, savoring the moment. Fantasy became reality, better than he'd imagined. In a slow deliberate act, he withdrew. His dick protested.
    " Say it," he commanded, awash in a haze of lust.
    Chey cried out, "Fuck me, Shane! Hard and deep."
    Her words massacred his brain, leaving his cock in charge. Never had a woman reached into his soul and snapped off a piece. He seared them as one, driving deep, suffused in her heat. Soft contractions milked him as her nails scored his back. Pleasure and pain created an erotic mixture.
    Nothing had prepared him for their union . Primal. Soul bearing. Giving and taking.
    A tigress, she nipped his neck. Her body stroked him like a satin glove. He savored the welting as he pumped faster with each stroke. Her body enslaved him.
    H e wanted more. Each thrust a journey to euphoria.
    On his knees with her calves draped over his shoulders, he was all in balls out―ass clenching. His mouth