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and moaned beneath his soft tonguing. The
slick muscle lapped through her pussy folds with precision and skill. His
tongue felt hot and moist as it dragged possessively through her slit, not
unlike a washcloth, only much smoother.
    She fisted the covers in her hands when his
tempo quickened, becoming more aggressive in its orgasmic pursuit. The balmy
instrument raked through her creamy vulva and dug deep into her cunt, coating
her in his saliva in exchange for the juices she relinquished to his deserving
tongue.
    “Please,” she whispered, trying to resist the
gnawing urge to shove her mound in his face and demand release. That would
never fly with him.
    When he was good and ready, Master's tongue
made its lascivious way back up through her sex lips to torment her helpless
clitoris. A pleasured cry skated from her lips as he gently licked and slurped
her pulsing clit.
    So close. So freakin ' close.
    His enthusiastic growl inflamed her, and he
began to beat ruthlessly at her swollen nubbin with his wonderful, abusive
tongue. Higher and higher the pressure inside her built as the juices of
growing surrender trickled down her legs. Perspiration was probably equally to
blame, but the culprit was irrelevant. All that mattered was the climax taking
its damned sweet time making its way to her.
    Master Hugh switched up his method and
started to stimulate first the left side of her clit and then the more
sensitive right side. He grazed the bud with a barely-there touch of his teeth
before resuming the brutal assault of ecstasy with his tongue.
    Kayla suddenly remembered she wasn't allowed
to come without his permission. Crappers! How could she be expected to fight something this big and strong? Fire
infiltrated her system, and sparks of electricity tingled in her nether region.
    “Master, please! It's too much!”
    Master's tongue retreated, and he breathed
his response onto her throbbing clitoris with a searing exhale that made her
body crackle with even more sensations.
    “Come for me, Kayla.”
    “Thank you.”
    Kayla barely choked the words out when the
intense orgasm ripped through her and cut her speech short. She let out a
broken cry at the initial slam of nirvana and whimpered her way through the
ripples of pleasure that sizzled through her body. Her back arched as she
succumbed to a final outcry that sounded weaker than its predecessor, and then
she collapsed against the mattress, gasping for air.
    Master's Hugh's head came up with a
self-satisfied grin just before he slipped two fingers inside her.
    A protesting yet somehow accepting cry wrung
from her throat. She made her body limp and still like a cooked noodle resting
on a dinner plate as his fingers stretched her vagina in preparation. The
thrusting and fondling against the damp heat of her inner walls felt private
and reassuring as tiny ripples vibrated in her cunt. He seemed to enjoy the
fluttering hugs on his fingers as she lay still in the glorious afterglow.
    He added a third finger for a bit, filling
and stretching her further. She felt her pussy gradually expanding under his
coaxing. The dull ache had a slight burn to it, but it wasn't unbearable. When
he seemed confident that she was ready, he lay on his back and positioned her
over his lap so she straddled his genitals. She figured he did so to ease the
pain the missionary position might bring his injured leg.
    He ripped open a wrapper and handed her a
condom. “Put this on me.”
    She took the rubber in her hand and slowly
rolled it over his engorged penis. Suiting his erection up before he penetrated
her felt so bonding and personal. She hadn't imagined being able to feel any
closer to him than she already did, yet somehow this moment brought them even
closer to each other.
    She gripped his protected cock by the root
and nuzzled the rubber-clad tip through her sex lips until she found her
unclaimed entrance. This was it. Tonight he would make her a woman.
    “Just take it easy,” he told her, giving