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rolled it over his erection.
    "I presume you have more of these?"
    "I do." She dipped her finger into the well of her cunt, then drew it out and brought it to her lips.
    Ike clamped his hand over her wrist before she could put the digit in her mouth, and licked it clean. "Now that's what I'd call nectar of the gods."
    Her breasts quivered. Her eyes glazed over.
    "I want to eat your pussy and fuck it at the same time." He placed her arm on the chair and cupped her breasts, scouring his palms over the hard nipples until she writhed beneath. With each pass, he spread her legs farther apart. His cock nudged the cleft of her pussy, raking over the wet slit. The feel of her clit brushing his frenulum brought his climax to the edge. He clenched his jaw against orgasm and yanked away from her heat to keep from coming.
    Resting on his heels, Ike rubbed his thumbs in hard circles down to her thighs. Mercy scooted to the edge of the cushion, draping her legs over the armrests. He traced her labia, marveling at how her ruby red clit swelled for attention. He slid his fingers into the valleys on either side of it, watching it rise even higher as it deepened in color.
    "If I spanked you now, could you come without this?" He flicked his finger against her clit.
    Mercy's hips bolted up with her cry. He eased two fingers into her molten core, pumping her slow and deep until her juices trickled down her crack. He slid free and down to the tight hole below, plunging in without hesitation.
    Guttural cries tore from her throat. Her hands clenched and unclenched on her knees, trying to pull herself more open for him. Ike jammed his thumb into her pussy and touched it to the fingers on the other side of the thin membrane. Slowly, he rubbed down and up. Mercy jerked her hips, begging for "More, more, more."
    He lowered his head, blowing over every part of her he intended to taste. Mercy jerked with the first touch of his tongue to her labia. He toyed with her while the finger-fucking continued, suckling over one plump lip and then the other. He flashed his tongue around the periphery of her clit, but never touched it directly, and explored where his thumb and fingers plundered her.
    "Damn it." Mercy dug her fingers into his hair and nailed his head in place. "Suck it."
    Smiling, he wrapped his lips around her clit. Its pulse greeted him, and his heartbeat quickly matched the rhythm. So did the throb in his dick. He rolled the swollen flesh around. Her groans sent shock waves through his system, yanking away what little control he had left.
    Ike fucked her harder, wishing his arm had the same thrust as his hips. Her juices coated his face and hand. He looped his tongue over her, teasing her clit until it felt like a fire-heated stone. Her muscles tensed. She tossed one leg over his shoulder, nailing him in place with her heel, while her fingers spasmed in his hair.
    Ike dug his free hand into the cushion to keep from stroking his cock. Her orgasm started as a low growl deep in her chest and exploded into a cry that scored his soul. He whimpered from the need to join her. She shuddered with her release. When the moment passed, she sagged into the chair.
    He gave her no time to relax. Groaning with need, Ike grabbed her hips and rolled her over. Mercy didn't hesitate. Forearms braced on the cushion, she curled her fingers around the edges and spread her knees on the carpet.
    Ike fisted his cock in one hand while the other lifted her hips higher. He entered her to his balls in a single thrust that jerked her head up and had her arching into him like a cat.
    He smoothed his hand over her soft belly, down to her soaking pussy, and clamped onto her clit. He fucked like a man gone wild, heedless of anything but the pleasure. Fingers circled over her clitoris, spurred on by his and Mercy's joint moans. His cock got harder with every pivot, demanding he go faster, harder, deeper. Her cunt clutched him like a vise, sucking him into nirvana.
    Ike felt the heat