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tongue, the intimate taste filling her mouth, was overwhelming.
    She hummed in response, her eyes darkening as her mouth tightened on him.
    â€œDo you like that, sweet thing?” He groaned. “Do you like knowing you have my nuts tied in knots at the thought of fucking your mouth until I shoot every drop of seed in them down your throat?”
    Her face flushed further, but her eyes glowed with arousal. That was how he wanted her, so fucking hot she would rival the sun for her heat.
    â€œThat’s what you’re going to get.” He clenched his teeth, trying to hold back, trying to relish the sight of her sucking his rigid flesh just a few seconds longer.
    His cock had other ideas. Before he could control the impulse, his balls jerked, fire raced up his spine and he was holding himself to her throat, his fingers tight in her hair. Her eyes widened, her throat working convulsively as he felt his semen rush from the tip of his cock.
    â€œFuck! Son of a bitch!” He threw his head back, shuddering as he filled her mouth, feeling her swallow, suck, lick, drawing every damned drop of cum from his throbbing cock until he was forced to pull back rather than begin again.
    â€œWait.” Her voice was rough as she tried to follow him, her eyes dazed with passion. Her swollen lips pouted at his retreat.
    â€œHell, I can’t get enough of you,” he groaned, pressing her to the lounger as he moved behind her. Urging her legs apart, he jerked the bottle of oil from the side of the reclining chair. “You said you heard about me?” he growled, his hand smoothing over the sweet curves of her ass. “You heard what I like?”
    She shuddered, her hips twitching, lifting to him.
    â€œWhatever you want,” she moaned, her voice husky, vibrating with arousal. “I told you that, Slade. Everything you want.”
    He parted the curves of her rear, staring at the little pucker hidden within it, the soft pink flesh surrounding it. It was so tiny, a tight haven for his cock, a dark, heated portal to spend the hunger consuming him.
    He jerked to his feet, ignoring her whimper as he lifted her, pulled the pad from the lounger and tossed it to the deck beneath his feet.
    â€œLie down, baby. On your stomach.” He pushed her to the cushioned pad, spreading her thighs, lifting her knees until her ass was raised before him, the entrance he sought peeking from between the gentle cheeks.
    â€œIt will hurt at first,” he warned her, knowing he couldn’t let the erotic pain surprise her. “You’ll have to relax, sweetheart. Press out to me. You can’t fight me, even for a minute.”
    He lifted the bottle of oil, dribbling the heated slickness along the narrow cleft as his fingers caught it and began to work it against the flexing entrance. She was whimpering, exciting growls of female demand leaving her throat as he worked the finger into her, watching the hole part for him before pulling back, adding more oil, then joining that finger with the second.
    She flinched, a startled cry leaving her lips as he pressed both digits in and worked them in small screwing motions inside her. The hot cries spilling from her lips were filled with pleasure though, rather than denial. He pulled free, added more of the slick oil before beginning to work the third finger in with the first two.
    She pressed back, opening for him as a startled cry left her lips and a tremor raced up her spine. But she took him, clenching around his fingers as he fucked them inside her slow and easy, scissoring them, stretching the snug muscles. His chest tightened and his breathing began to rasp from his throat.
    He pulled free seconds later, coated his cock with the oil then pressed the head against the pink entrance.
    â€œBreathe in, baby,” he crooned as he parted the cheeks wide and began to stretch the little hole. “Now out, breathe out and take me, Jessie. Give me your ass, baby.”
    She gave.