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them, revealing her smooth sex, shiny and glistening with her juices. Teasing between her plump lips with his tongue, he tasted the residual sweetness of cake mingling with the tang of her essence. It was heaven. Greedy for more, he delved into her channel, making her gasp and buck. He lapped through her depths until her fingers sifted into his hair, pulling him closer as she rocked against his face.
    Running his tongue back up her pretty pink folds, he slipped a finger inside her, stroking the wet interior as his tongue sought out her hard clit. He thrust into her with a second finger, and her tight walls hugged against him, making him desperate to feel them hugging his cock.
    He wanted her to come again and again, wanted to give her so much pleasure she wouldn't be able to think of anything but the feel of his body satisfying hers. He circled her clit faster, stroked it with the flat of his tongue, all the while feeling her body's response intensify as it constricted around his fingers.
    "God! Yes,” she gasped, as he scraped over her sensitized bundle of nerves with his teeth and then sucked the little jewel between them. Her hips bucked and every part of her seemed to move in symphony with the suction of his mouth and stroking of his tongue, until she came in a chorus of screams against him.
    The fingers wound in his hair spiraled free, seeking purchase on the shoulders of his shirt—yanking at it, trying to pull it free. Jason was a man willing to accommodate. Anxious to feel the rasp of her hard nipples against his flesh, he reached back and jerked his shirt over his head, tossing the garment to the side with her discarded gown. He unclasped his slacks, and his cock sprang free through the opening of his boxers.
    Laine sat up, naked, legs spread, her swollen pussy lips slick from his attention. Her eyes still maintained that faraway quality of the recently satisfied, making him throb with renewed need to meet her there.
    Her gaze tracked down his body to his cock and held. Quickly, he found his wallet and retrieved a condom. He needed to be inside of her, fast. His throat tightened. “Laine, I've got to have you.” His voice was thick and gravelly, desperate as he rolled the rubber over his aching shaft.
    Laine lay back, her arms twined loosely above her head, and whispered, “Have me."
    It was almost more than he could stand to keep from thrusting deep and hard into her right then. Muscles tensed, he leaned over her and ran his hands up the length of her arms to circle her wrists and pull them higher over her head. Heat flashed in her eyes as she tested his hold, and when he didn't give, her lips parted, trembling, as her halting breath came faster.
    "Jason,” came her urgent plea.
    Pressing the thick head of his cock against her opening, he eased into her tight, wet passage. Laine's eyes closed, and she slid one bent knee high up his back as he pushed slowly inside her, deeper and deeper, until their bodies met in a hungry kiss of flesh.
    He pulled back and then sank deep again, savoring her quiet gasp as his shaft nudged her womb. Thrusting steadily, his every penetrating stroke claimed her body until soft friction and measured movements gave way to reckless contact, and their bodies were covered in a sheen of sweat and slapped together with each driving thrust. Jason felt his balls contract, and the nerves throughout his body spark to life, lending to the sensation of impending release. Laine cried out, her inner walls constricting with hard rhythmic pulses around his cock, as she begged him to take her harder, faster. Gasping, she spasmed wildly around him, demanding his thundering release. He roared as his body tensed in pleasured agony, and his seed spurted out into the condom.
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    They'd made love ... in a cake. Who knew how much time had passed since Jason, sated and fatigued, pulled her on top of him and closed his eyes. Laine had lost track of her place in the universe the instant his mouth grazed