hips to jerk against the hard contour of the thigh suddenly pressing against her clit as she slid her hand lower and cupped the taut sac drawn tight against the base of his cock. Wicked, carnal, Tehya whimpered with the hunger to taste every part of him.
“Damn.” His lips jerked from hers as he stared down at her, his expression savagely hewn, reflecting the power and possessive heat of his lust.
“Take what you want, baby,” he dared her, as the grip on her hair tightened and he began to draw her down his body. The feel of his hands in her hair, the strength and dominance sent a sensual weakness flooding her body.
She became intoxicated. Rage, pain, and fear disintegrated beneath the freedom to kiss, to caress the hard contours of his chest. The hard flat disc of his nipple that elicited a groan from him and his fingers tightening to tug erotically at her hair, pulling her down his body. Her tongue darted out to flick against the hard abs flexing beneath her lips and tongue as the wild male taste of his flesh exploded against her taste buds.
His response was instantaneous. His grip tightened in her hair as a harsh groan rumbled in his chest. The response sent a spike of anticipation racing through her.
“Ah, sweet Tehya,” he moaned, his voice rasping. “Damn, baby, I love that hot little tongue.”
Kissing, licking, stroking, she went even lower, slowly going to her knees as she attempted to wrap her fingers around the too wide flesh of his cock. Flushed, dark, silk over heat-infused iron, the heavy shaft throbbed beneath her fingers.
Enclosing it in her hand wasn’t happening, but still, she stroked and caressed the heated flesh as she allowed her tongue to reach out and flick against the damp, engorged head.
“Hell, yes.” The broken sound of his voice only made her hotter, made the act sexier. “Suck it, Tehya. Suck my dick, baby.”
His hips pressed forward, the flared crest pressing against her lips, pushing between them, as she sucked it slowly, teasingly into her mouth.
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Staring down at her, Jordan fought to hold back the overwhelming hunger to push her to the floor and just fuck her. Never had he known a need for a woman as he did for this one. She was like a flame burning inside him, the conflagration spilling from her, into his veins, across his nerve endings, and burning straight to his soul.
As those sweet, pouty lips parted, stretching around the width of his cock, he felt pure lust explode through his balls, tightening them further. Carnal, blistering in its heat, feverish hunger struck his senses. It had been too long since he’d had her, too long since the pleasure he’d only found with this woman had torn through his senses.
His fingers tightened in her hair, a convulsive, almost involuntary movement, as he filled both hands with the fiery curls. Holding her head in place, he controlled the impalement of her lush lips. Watching her take him so intimately, with such pleasure and hunger, spiked the dominance that raged through him.
Needs that he normally had complete control over went haywire the moment he touched her. The moment she touched him. Nothing mattered but the pleasure that raged between them and the burning heat they shared. He watched as her cheeks hollowed, her face flushed, and pleasure tightened the muscles of his thighs painfully.
Damp heat enclosed his cock head as her nimble little tongue swirled around the tip of the engorged head of his cock, before moving beneath to rub against the exquisitely sensitive spot located there.
Staring down at her enraptured expression, he held her head in place, his hips shifting, moving slow and easy as he fucked her swollen lips, barely holding back a snarl caused by the near violent ecstasy rushing through him.
Son of a bitch, it was so fucking good. Addictive. Pure hot lust licking over his flesh. Her mouth was like damp fire, searing his flesh, shredding his self-control. Pleasure tore through his system, laying waste to any precautions he could have taken to remain emotionally distant from her let alone controlling the addictive need for her touch.
She was his weakness, it was something he had sensed she would be for years. The one woman he couldn’t walk away from or bear losing. She was his pleasure, his pain, and if he didn’t fuck her, soon, then she would be the death of him.