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electricity ran straight between her legs. His fingers worked feverishly, tugging and pulling at her pants, his mouth never leaving her breast.
    She shrugged them over her hips. He was desperate to unclothe her. They shed everything until only two naked bodies remained. The two of them worked in unison, lust driving their every movement. He reached his arm out and pushed everything off of the table beside them. Lifting her up, he seated her on the edge and gently spread her legs. Her scent was too intoxicating. There was no mincing of words. They both knew it would be a night of unbridled passion. There was no small talk, only urgency and the slow unraveling of need.
    Jagger inhaled deeply, his face between Ingrid’s thighs. Everything inside of him collapsed into rubble. He was weak and she was everything he wanted. He pushed his nose against her and groaned with pleasure. “You smell so damn good,” he grunted before running his tongue along the length of her folds.  He inhaled deeply again and pressed his nose between her lips, nuzzling her nub, before pulling back and circling it with his tongue. His fingers ran up and down her inner thigh, tracing higher.
    Ingrid’s brain was spinning. His lips and tongue were tempting her, while his fingers danced over her skin. He slipped his fingers between her lips. Ingrid let out a gasp and pressed tightly into them, unable to control herself any longer. She wanted to be a lady, but the polite girl was gone. She pressed, grinding into his fingers, wanting to feel them deeper, harder, as his tongue lapped up the juices her body offered.
    Her thoughts no longer existed, she simply needed his body. She needed the loving he offered, and she needed to feel him inside of her. Her body coiled up tightly as an orgasm was building. As he pushed her to the edge, she uncoiled, all her muscles relaxing at once, the wave of pleasure ricocheting through her. Ingrid gripped onto Jagger’s head, unable to let go until the high subsided. Slowly, regaining her composure, her sense of self came back, and she blushed, almost embarrassed by her heated reaction.
    Jagger looked into her eyes and drew his wet fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean, daring her to look away. He slowly pushed a finger from his other hand between her lips, beckoning her to suck on it, as he sucked her juices off of his other hand.
    His cock was stiff and massive. With his finger in her mouth, she swirled her tongue around it, but craved something bigger, meatier between her lips. She wanted to take him in her mouth and watch him fall to his knees with desire and lust bigger than his powerful body. She wanted to feel him grab her head and push her down harder on his cock, needing to fuck her throat. And then, when he was about to orgasm, she wanted to pull off of him and sit on him…making him wait, so she could sit on him and ride him like the wild beast he was. He brought out an animal passion in her that she’d never known. Normally she was a little more reserved, but with Jagger, there was no reservation, only pure, native lust.
    But it didn’t matter what she wanted. He was apparently in charge.
    Jagger pulled his suckled fingers from his lips. Wrapping them around his throbbing cock, he stroked it for a moment, and then lifted and turned Ingrid over in one power move, bending her over the table.
    Her heart raced like a thoroughbred at his strength and control. He knew exactly what he wanted and he wasn’t taking no for an answer, not that she was saying it. No sir, he could do whatever he wanted. She’d fallen under his spell.
    His fingers probed her lips again, checking her wetness, and then guiding his erection to her, he pressed forward. Her lips spread around the massive head of his cock. As he thrust his shaft fully into her, she let out a gasp. Jagger groaned feeling her warm body hugging him. Gripping her hips, he thrust forward. He watched as her ass cheeks jiggled with each movement, which only fired