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she could give him a hell of a one.
    Spreading her thighs apart slowly, Matty licked his lips as he surveyed the pink flesh waiting for his attentions. Her core glistened with dew in preparation for him . Damn, it made a man puff out his chest thinking he was the one to make such a woman glisten in anticipation. His mouth began to water. She was waxed so only a little strip of hair cut low remained. Perfect. Looking up he held her gaze, daring her with his eyes to look away as he slowly lowered his head.
    Berlin could not believe what she was seeing. The man had just challenged her with his eyes to stop him, and she could do nothing but stare. And quite frankly, she didn’t want to do anything. She wanted to see just how far this crazy country boy would take things. She didn’t dare close her eyes as he lowered his head, watching her every inch of the way. Without breaking eye contact, he deliberately stuck out his tongue and took a long, unhurried swipe.
    Forgetting all about the challenge in that azure gaze of his, her eyes closed and her head fell back. He took his sweet, southern time, licking upward then swirling that devilish tongue round and round her clit before sucking her little nubbin into his mouth. Berlin was pretty sure her eyes were rolling up in the back of her head beneath her lids. Just as she was about to come and come hard, he moved back and blew on her poor little pussy. Over and over again he drove her right to the edge and then backed off. She was pretty sure she would have to kill him, but then his fingers joined his tongue.
    “Oh, my… Oh, my …” Berlin came harder than she ever had in her life.
    Matty felt like he had won a gold medal and the lottery all at once. She had to have the sweetest-tasting pussy he’d ever had the pleasure experiencing. A man could get addicted to a woman like this. Taking his sweet time, he made his way up her fevered flesh, stopping to lavish attentive kisses as he went. He had to pause when he reached her breasts. Oh, Sweet Lord, those breasts! Nestling his large body between her still-spread thighs, he settled in for a leisurely exploration of the mounds that fascinated him so.
    Had there ever been more two more perfect breasts every created? Touching reverently, he cupped them, testing their weight in his hands. His thumbs stroked over the raised nipples, watching avidly as they tightened and lengthened even more. His cock followed suit. Swallowing hard, he lowered his head, not quite knowing which one to devour first. He closed his eyes and let his mouth make the choice for him, groaning in absolute pleasure as his tongue circled and lashed first one tight bud then the other. Lifting both globes he pushed them together, taking both nipples into his mouth at once. Heaven. A distant thought came unbidden from the deep recesses of his mind. These were the breasts he wanted his children to suckle. He wanted to watch with a mixture of supreme satisfaction and envy as his son took his sustenance here.
    Where the hell that thought came from, Matty didn’t know. Oddly, he didn’t care. His grandmother had been fond of saying the soul was far wiser than the head or the heart. He had asked a woman to marry him once for appearances. In his heart, he’d wanted to be admired by the general public, and he’d made more money than he could possibly spend in several lifetimes. His head had led him to make the right investments, the right contacts, the right business moves. But his soul had made him leave all of that behind and return to these mountains. Here he found his equilibrium, and now his soul was telling him it had found what he had been searching for—its other half. He was not one to quibble with his soul; experience had told him that never ended well. Miss Berlin Jameson it was. All he had to do now was convince her.
    Berlin could not believe what was happening to her body. She’d hoped and prayed she wouldn’t lament her decision to let this unknown man have