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channel. He looked up into her face to see she was watching him intently. Withdrawing the finger, he stuck it into his mouth and sucked it clean.
    With a growl, Degan pushed her against the table, spreading her legs wider and leaned forward. He sucked at her core, pulling the puffy, aroused lips of her cunt into his mouth. Trailing his tongue over them, he plunged the tongue into her, sliding it over her clit before pulling the sensitive bud into his mouth. Clamping his mouth over it, he sucked it as though it was the food of the gods and he couldn’t get enough.
    Her fingers found his hair, pushing his face deeper into her. She was whimpering his name and everything vulgar. He did as she bid him—sucking harder, licking longer, drinking her.
    She was pulling his hair, raking her nails over his shoulder and gyrating her hips against the table. When she threatened to buck him off, Degan gripped her hips, held her place and feasted from her cunny.
    “Degan! Oh!”
    Slurping, sucking and holding her down became the only thing he could think of. Tasting her had been a dream but now that he was actually doing it, it was better than he could have ever imagined. He felt greedy, needed more—much more.
    Her body stiffened as both her hands grabbed at his hair and tugged hard. She gushed into his mouth like a river, sending torrents after torrents of delicious woman come on his tongue. Degan growled and licked at her while she shook violently against the table.
    Lifting his head, Degan stood up and hovered over her. “So, did I pass the first test?”
    She didn’t answer. Her eyes were rolled into her head and her body trembled against the table. Seeing her like that, so utterly satisfied caused his dick to pulse against the front of his pants. He wanted to free it and plunged it into her, but he figured that time would come. He only wanted to see beneath her dress when he’d called her to sit before him. Once he smelled her arousal, all those good intentions of just having a talk with her went out the window. Bending lower, he covered her lips with his, forcing her to taste herself.
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    Mika’s knees felt like rubber. All he’d done was eat her pussy and there she was laying on the table sucking her juices from his tongue. Never had she ever thought she’d be doing that. But there was something about Degan Moira that made her want to do this. Watching his thick, hair between her legs sent thoughts of rolling him over onto the table and sitting on his face. Thoughts of tying his hands together and forcing him to his knees were there as well with her making him do deliciously sinful things to her body. They were things that made her come over and over. Hungrily, she kissed him back, wrapping her arms and legs around him. She pushed her throbbing pussy up at him, praying he’d touch it again.
    “Tell me what you want, Mika,” Degan whispered.
    “Touch it,” she replied against his lips. “Finger it.”
    “It?”
    “My cunt! I need your fingers.”
    “How many?”
    “Three…”
    She felt him slide his hand down her side, lifted her body and slid three fingers into her. She cried out arching her body into him. Her arms tightened around his neck. Her eyes opened when he withdrew the finger and they rolled into her head once more when he slammed them deeply.
    “Harder,” she whimpered, shamelessly.
    To her shock and pleasure, he gave her what she wanted. Mika could not believe what she was doing. She barely knew Degan Moira yet still she was on a table, in a restaurant telling him to finger fuck her until she came. Even that thought didn’t stop her. She slapped him hard against the shoulder. “Give it to me!” she demanded.
    Her writhing body caused the table to squeak loudly. She didn’t care for her orgasm was building from somewhere deep. It curled her toes sent the hairs on her arms and neck to stand on end. She tried not to scream his name during her climax so the only alternative was to sink her teeth