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hands up her legs, reveling in the thickness of her thighs. “I bet your pussy lips are a sexy dark pink. ” He nipped his way up her thigh , paus ing at the apex of her pussy to press a long slow lick . Wet heat met his tongue . G roan ing , he finger ed the seam of her thon g , and slid inside, ripping the thin barrier apart , bearing her wet core . Fat pussy lips lay beneath with an engorged clit peeking out from her plump folds. He parted her with his tongue and speared her sex.
    “Sloan ! ” Briar slammed her sex into his face.
    “Eag e r , are we?” He locked his biceps around her thighs and dug in. The sweet scent of her cream covered his face. Like a starved man, he teased and sucked on her clit . H er core contracted around his tongue, legs tensed. He sucked every drop as she screamed. Her tight pussy tasted good as his tongue continued to lick her pulsating sheath . He moved his arms from her thighs, slapped her clit , and watched pleasure spike across her body. “Come for me, again.” H e wasn’t even buried in her yet, and she writhed for him.
    “I can’t , ” Briar m umbled, yet her hands gripp ed his sheets as her hips rolled to press her sex closer to his mouth.
    “That’s a good girl,” he coaxed giving her what she needed. He stuffed his f ingers in her , pounding her pussy while lick ing her cream . H e waited to feel her climax roll through her and across his tongue.
    “Ohh,” Bri keened .
    Sloan felt her tense under his assault as if to staunch off her climax before she gave in .
    “Let it flow , Briar.” Devouring every drop like a mad man , he then rose up on his knees. Never before had he seen such a beautiful expression. Damn . H e stroked his hard cock , lubing the throbbing muscle with his pre - cum . He put a foil package between his teeth and ripped the corner. The condom fell into his hand. As she came down from her climax , he rolled the latex on, and ensured it didn’t pinch.
    “It’s been awhile.” She sat up , reaching for his turgid length.
    “Not a problem.” Sloan appreciated that she hadn’t had a lover in a long time , spoke spades about her character. No matter her reasons for being at the pub, his pride swelled in being the one to bring her out of her lonesome ness . Mushy emotions aside, he leaned over and captured her lips. He demanded entrance with his tongue . N ot to be denied , h e sucked in her sweet moans , swallowing her heady scent. With her legs spread, he pressed her into the bedding. His cock poised at the juncture of her thighs rested on her labia. Even through the thin latex barrier , the heat of her sex scorched him.
    “Now ! ” Briar reached her hand between them and grasped his girth, bringing his tip at her entrance. She lifted her hips .
    Sloan tangled his hand in her hair and garnered her attention by dragging his teeth against her bottom lip. When she looked up at him , he slid into her tight channel. Home greeted him —dr a w ing him into an abyss of endless pleasure. He stroked sure and slow. Buried deep within her was the closest to heaven that he’d ever come. Pain seized him when she dug her manicured nails into his back , raking them across his skin. His breath came out in swishes of air while sensation rocked through him . The welcoming sting enticed him to change his pattern as h e nipped her neck in retaliation . Tenderness departed and the need to mark, possess took its place .
    When she screamed and clung to him, he hastened. The slap of skin striking skin filled his ears , melted away when her sweet sobs of satisfaction took its place. Guttural sounds erupted from his throat. Sloan paid homage to her breasts, tweaking , teasing her nipples, his cock still stroking her drenched channel.
    “I can feel you’re close , again.” He slapped her nipple and wished he had clamps to put on them. Her juices encased him and ran down his balls , elicit ing a groan from him. His own pleasure increased. Drive n to give her the utmost