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sweet, sexy girl a fantasy night to remember became more important to him than his next breath.
    He curled his fingers around the thin elastic band on her lacy white panties and tugged. Her gorgeous body trembled in response to his touch. Knowing he had that kind of effect on her brought a smile to his face and urged him on.
    Slowly, he began to ease the silky scrap of material lower and lower, until he glimpsed a few soft, silky sprigs of auburn hair. She arched her back, moving her pussy closer to his mouth, demanding he answer the pull in her body. Of course he’d be more than happy to accommodate those demands. All in good time, of course.
    Mitch glanced up at her, his gaze moving over her passion-imbued face. The sight of her dark eyes flashing with desire had his blood pressure skyrocketing and did the strangest things to his insides. He gulped air, fought back the raging lust, and worked overtime to level his voice. He needed to gain some measure of control over himself if he wanted to make this fantasy great.
    For her.
    Kneeling before her, he transferred his thoughts back to the apex between her legs and tugged her panties down lower. As he exposed her pussy, a burst of heat bombarded his whole body. Taking a moment of reprieve, he drew in air and swiped away the moisture pebbling his forehead.
    Inclining his head once again, he lifted one of her ankles and slipped her panties off. Sara adjusted her footing and kicked the flimsy scrap of material away.
    He slid his hands up her long, creamy thighs until his fingers were merely a hairbreadth away from her moist opening. “Open your legs, babe.”
    She did as he instructed, which pleased him immensely. His gaze surfed over her, taking a moment to pan the gorgeous specimen before him. Body quivering, Sara stood there in nothing but a housecoat, a bra, and a come-hither smile. Body language telltale, her dark, sensuous eyes dimmed with desire, begging him to take her. As his gaze skated over her, it occurred to him that even though she was half naked, she was still completely overdressed.
    “Take off your housecoat, and spread your legs wider,” he demanded, positioning his mouth directly in front of her gorgeous pussy.
    When she widened her legs, the soft lamplight fell over her twin lips, catching the light. He swallowed at the way they glistened with damp arousal. He couldn’t believe how much his body ached to join with hers, how much he wanted to slide into her cunt and lose himself in the heat between her legs.
    The tangy, intoxicating scent of her heady aroma saturated the small room. He inhaled, deeply, letting it curl through his blood, letting it awaken all his senses. As her sweet scent seeped under his skin, he gave a low, primal growl, his groin aching with a primitive need to ravage her. Until sunup. The day after tomorrow.
    “Mitch…” The lust in her voice fragmented his thoughts and made his whole body shake. The intensity of his hunger for her really threw him off guard.
    Using his thumb and index finger, he pulled open her drenched pink lips for a better look. His knuckle purposely brushed her clit, hoping to make her as crazy as she was making him. Her nub swelled and poked out from its fleshy hood. Mitch closed his eyes against the flood of heat gravitating south and drew a rejuvenating breath.
    He pitched his voice low and breathed the words over her pussy, knowing the heat from his mouth would stir her juices. When his hot breath bristled her damp hairs, her body responded in kind. He put his lips near her belly button, his mouth absorbing her tremor.
    “Tell me, Sara. How long has it been since your kitty has purred?”
    Her fingers raced through his hair, and it shocked him how her touch went right through him. Her head lolled to the side, her lids fluttered.
    “What?” she asked, and he could tell it took effort for her to speak.
    “I need to assess the situation and devise my treatment plan accordingly. If your kitty hasn’t purred