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much he wanted to slide into her pussy and lose himself in the heat between her legs. 
    The tangy, intoxicating scent of her heady aroma saturated the small room.  He inhaled, deeply, letting it curl through his blood, letting it awaken all his senses.  As her sweet scent seeped under his skin, he gave a low, primal growl, his groin aching with a primitive need to ravage her.  Until sun up.  The day after tomorrow. 
    “Mitch…” The lust in her voice fragmented his thoughts and made his whole body shake.  The intensity of his hunger for her really threw him off guard. 
    Using his thumb and index finger, he pulled open her drenched pink lips for a better look.  His knuckle purposely brushed her clit, hoping to make her as crazy as she was making him.  Her nub swelled and poked out from its fleshy hood.  Mitch closed his eyes against the flood of heat gravitating south and drew a rejuvenating breath. 
    He pitched his voice low and breathed the words over her pussy, knowing the heat from his mouth would stir her juices.  When his hot breath bristled her damp hairs, her body responded in kind.  He put his lips near her belly button, his mouth absorbing her tremor. 
    “Tell me, Sara.  How long has it been since your kitty has purred?”
    Her fingers raced through his hair, and it shocked him how her touch went right through him.  Her head lolled to the side, her lids fluttered. 
    “What?” she asked, and he could tell it took effort for her to speak. 
    “I need to assess the situation and devise my treatment plan accordingly.  If your kitty hasn’t purred in a very long time, then I believe extreme measures might need to be taken.  And I, of course, want to use the right tool for the right job.”
    He could tell his words excited her by her quick intake of air and disjointed response.  “Oh, yes, yes, extreme measures, right tool.”
    This time Mitch blew a cool breath over her clit, and using slow, sinuous circles that seemed to drive her wild, he stroked her delicate flesh with the rough pad of his thumb. 
    “Oh God,” Sara cried out.  He felt her legs buckle.  With a slight nudge, he urged her backward, and propped her against the wall for support. 
    Turning his attention back to the juncture of her legs, to her beautiful, perfect pussy, he made a tsk ing sound and shook his head.
    “What is it?” Sara whimpered, her hands tangling in his hair, guiding his mouth to her sex, conveying without words what she needed. 
    “It’s not looking good.”  His nose nudged her clit and she gasped, her hips jutting forward, her pink lips colliding with his mouth, seeking more.  Her boldness thrilled him.  His groin screamed, demanding attention, demanding he strip off his gear and fuck her, like she wanted.  Like he wanted.  But he was so goddamned revved up, he knew he wouldn’t last five fucking minutes, and he wanted to last.  He wanted to take his time, he wanted to play with her and give her the wild fantasy she craved.  All night long. 
    “Please, Mitch,” she begged, her voice as shaky as her body.  Her fingers left his hair and moved to her pussy.  She spread her wet lips wide, offering her sex up to him so nicely.
    His body hummed with passion, need, and sexual frustration.  “Jesus Christ,” he cursed under his breath as she stood there, her plump pussy lips spread wide-open, his for the taking. 
    Lust rushed through his bloodstream and made him mad with the need to devour her.  His flame-resistant coat did little to keep the fire at bay.  He stood, inched back, and tore it off, never once taking his eyes off her glistening pussy and the way she’d offered it up like a dessert tray at a buffet.
    He sank to his knees once again.  The urgent need to delve into her sweetness and savor all her offerings took hold of him.  Unable to control himself any longer, he leaned in for a deep, thorough taste.  “Mmmmm…” he moaned, inhaling her aroused aroma.  His tongue made