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incredibly, his cock was already rock hard and straining against her abdomen.
    A warm glow engulfed her and she melted against him. He was so unbelievably sexual. He left her with her senses reeling, while her better judgement stayed at the door.
    “Do you know how desperate I have been for you today?” He ground his hips against her then he licked a slick trail around the shell of her ear. “I have thought about nothing else but burying myself in you balls-deep.”
    She groaned low in her throat as his erotic words sent sharp bolts of desire shooting straight to her core. His words alone had her so horny and wet that she needed him instantly. She wanted to give him back what he had given her that morning.
    She locked her mouth on his desperately and sucked on his bottom lip as he picked her up and kicked the door closed.
    He walked them farther into the room, deepening their kiss.
    Lucy pulled away, panting, then dropped to her knees and reached for his belt. Frantically she unbuckled it, then after undoing the buttons of his jeans, she yanked them and his boxers down. His long, thick cock sprang free and bobbed heavily in front of her face. Her mouth watered and she licked her lips at the prospect of tasting him.
    He groaned and entwined his fingers in her hair. She reached for his erection and, grasping him at the shaft, she pumped up and down slowly. Pre-cum glistened on the tip, signalling his arousal and tantalising her with his musky scent. She dipped her face towards him, looking up from beneath her lashes, and licked the pearly drop of moisture from the slit.
    “Fuck, Lucy,” he rumbled low in his throat. Thrusting his hips towards her, he gripped her hair tighter to angle her head towards his cock.
    She gave him what he wanted and wrapped her mouth around his thick erection, sheathing her teeth with her lips, then taking him so deep that he brushed the back of her throat. She grasped him behind his thighs, digging her fingers in hard as she bobbed her head up and down, making him slick with her saliva and easing his glide between her lips.
    She gazed up at him while she worked his cock and marvelled at his tight abs and the way they strained and rippled beneath his shirt with his thrusting movements. God, he was beautiful, and seeing him so taut with obvious desire, knowing that she was making him feel that way, had her pussy aching and wet with her own need.
    “Yes,” he hissed through clenched teeth. The tendons of his neck corded and bulged with his fight to maintain control and draw out his pleasure.
    Lucy whimpered and pulled his cock deeper into her mouth until, what seemed impossible to her, her lips met his abdomen. She fought her automatic gag reflex, desperate to maintain the contact. She swallowed around his tip, her throat contracting around and massaging his engorged member.
    He emitted a low, feral growl. “Fuck me! That is fucking mind-blowing!”
    He shuddered, clasped her shoulders and jerked her closer. Sensing that his release was near, she hollowed her cheeks and sucked hard.
    “I’m going to come, baby. I’ve been on the edge all day,” he said urgently.
    But she didn’t pull away, needing to taste him. She grasped his thighs and tugged his hips towards her, telling him silently to let go.
    He cried out, stiffened then thrust hard, once. She felt him shoot his creamy load and relished the sensation of the long, hot pulses of his ejaculate down her throat.
    He let out a long, shuddering breath and slumped back into the chair behind him.
    She sat back on her haunches and stared up at him, licking her lips provocatively.
    “Come here, baby.” He leant down and grasped her around the waist. “I want to taste myself on you,” he murmured against her lips, slipping his tongue in her mouth and delving deeply.
    She felt her lower abdomen tighten and clench at his blatant eroticism. God, she couldn’t get enough of this man. He was so brutally sexual that he literally took her breath