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and he had to force it back up so he could see those eyes again. Yes. We should. You
should make some things for the shop, and I should mark you. As mine.
He didn t say those last two words. He just let them hang in the air silently before
he lowered his lips to hers and slipped his tongue between them. In his arms, she
shifted, turned, cupped her hands around his neck and took control of the kiss.
She was all over him, straddling his lap in the chair. There were armrests, which
were movable, and he lifted them so she had more room without any limitations. She
pressed her belly against his with his hard cock sandwiched between them.
Is it okay? she whispered against his mouth, her lips still in contact with his, their
breath shared, pussy and maple syrup scented.
Everything is okay. You can have anything you want, everything you need.
One hand left his neck and wedged its way between their bodies to wrap around
the thickness of his dick. Dear god.
This. She squeezed him, emphasizing what this meant. I want this. I ve
wanted this you for so long. Months. Weeks. Days.
She smacked a kiss to his mouth then slid from his lap to kneel on the hard floor.
He started to offer her a towel for cushion, but then his cock was between her lips,
behind her teeth, against her tongue, and he completely forgot every thought inside his
head save for the one that said the second best place on Earth was Mandi s mouth.
She moaned in pleasure and it was the most exquisite feeling bordering on painful.
The head was still sensitive but the shaft was raring to go, jumping against her tongue
and his balls& Damn, they wanted attention too.
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She opened her mouth and drool slid down to the base of his cock. She immediately
wrapped her hand around him again and used it as lube to jack him, to stroke him, to
drive him insane. With her other hand, she formed a tight circle in the nest of hair
surrounding his cock. The palm around the shaft& She used it to pull the skin taut in
very slow motion.
Over and over she did this, switching hands, switching fingers, using her spit to
lubricate his cock when she needed to. She kept the flesh tight, tingling, every so often
licking at the crown or dropping her head to lick at his balls that were beginning to
ache.
Where& God, woman. Where did you learn to do that?
Do what? she whispered against his pole, sending shivers all up and down his
body. He was about ready to crawl out of his skin, the sensations of her hands and
mouth on his privates was mind-blowing.
Do that. What you re doing. Torturing me. He could hardly keep still, could
barely stay upright in the chair. He pulled the arm rests back down and gripped them
with his hands until his knuckles turned white.
Is that what I m doing? Torturing you?
She engulfed his cock between her lips, right to the back of her throat, and he all but
shot up out of his seated position. The edges of her teeth touched him, her cheeks
squeezed him, her throat sucked him. He wasn t sure he would survive the sheer and
beautiful hell of her oral work.
She wasn t slow. She wasn t exactly what anyone would consider graceful about it.
She was dirty and hard on him. She slurped at him, breathed around him, ground her
upper body against his legs, and let his dick go with a wet plop from between her lips
before she took him again. Only this time, she suckled the head with tenderness, with
such perfect gentleness while pumping his rod with the circle of her forefinger and
thumb, and that one little move, those two digits were enough to drive him crazy.
Goddammit, Mandi, he managed to grind out from a clenched jaw.
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She fondled his nuts, stroked his cock, sucked on the tiptop, and he just couldn t
take it anymore.
He sat up on the edge of the chair, grabbed her hair in one hand and pushed her
head down until she d swallowed him whole again. He used his other hand to tug and
pull on one of her nipples. He bucked his hips and fucked her mouth, felt the reflex at
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