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Time meant nothing as he feasted, now using both thumbs to keep my pussy lips wide open. I had no idea a man’s tongue could flick so quickly or provide so much raw satisfaction.

I was brought close to an orgasm several times, but he always pulled back. At this point, I’d be exhausted by the time he allowed me to climax. When I realized I was rocking his face like some cowgirl on a bucking bronco, I bit my lower lip to keep from shouting.

The electric sensations only continued to increase, pushing me closer to a perfect moment of nirvana. He was relentless in his actions, his tongue a magical weapon.

“Pinch your nipples for me,” he commanded.

The wash of embarrassment returned, but his tone of voice was too direct to ignore. I cupped my breasts, squeezing them for a few seconds before feeling uninhibited enough to finger my hardened buds. When I finally had the courage to pinch them between my fingers, the glorious aspects of pain and pleasure became consuming. Moans dripped from my mouth and he licked me even more furiously.

I twisted and plucked, enduring a full minute of near agony.

Soon, I realized it was impossible to hold back any longer.

I threw my head back, gasping as I stared straight up at the ceiling.

The orgasm was powerful, sweeping over me in the same relentless fashion as he was licking me. My pussy clenched and released, grasping his tongue. If it was possible, he drove it in even deeper.

I was covering his face, a single climax turning into a second. Sparks of light flew over my field of vision and my breathing was more intense and labored than before. At least I wasn’t screaming.

Yet.

I feared that would come soon.

After biting my lip, I finally started to roll off the high precipice, dropping my head once again. He sucked on my clit, adding to the sensitivity that had already formed earlier. When he lifted me slightly, kissing my inner thighs, I let out a deep sigh.

He let his hold go lax and that allowed me to crawl down his body, sweeping my hair across his chest as I’d done before. The powerful man didn’t stop me when I crawled between his legs. His eyes were glassy like I knew mine had to be.

While seemingly relaxed, his legs tensed when I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock. He allowed me to play, blowing across his cockhead before taking the tip into my mouth. I used my strong jaw muscles to suck, enjoying being able to keep my eyes on him. For a man with few expressions, I could tell how much I was pleasing him.

His chest was rising and falling, almost in time to how I was sucking on him.

I dragged my tongue along the underside of his shaft, darting licks across both testicles. His breathing remained labored as he watched me. I was quite enjoying being able to tease him. The moment I finally took his cockhead into my mouth again, he fisted my hair.

“So very naughty,” he whispered. His voice was even huskier than before, barely audible.

His breathlessness fueled me and I took more of his shaft into my mouth. The taste of him was tangy, salty, and I rolled my tongue back and forth. However, he tensed and I sensed he was starting to lose control.

For a man like Alejandro, that wasn’t acceptable. He eased up, rolling his hands under my arms. With no struggle at all, he lifted me up, dragging me over his torso. With his cock pressed against my slickened folds, he laughed softly, pushing the tip just inside and bringing me down forcefully.

“Oh, my God.” I bit back another cry, clawing his skin as my muscles stretched to accept his full width and length. He was huge, filling me completely. My body would ache for hours. I loved that. There was something sinful about the aftermath of hot sex.

Alejandro never blinked as I rocked atop his body, tightening my knees against him. However, his eyes were slightly dilated, the corners of his mouth turned up just slightly.

“My little tease.”

“But I don’t belong to you.” I knew as soon as I muttered the words he’d growl. I was right. He certainly believed that he owned me.

The tiniest part of me was thrilled. That was wrong, so much so I was taken aback. That didn’t stop the enjoyment. I felt free, alive, and on fire.

“Ride me, woman. Just ride me.”

His command was darker than before. So I did, now bucking hard against him. Just when I was certain he would release deep inside, with a single quick action, he tossed me over onto my back, crushing a portion of his weight against me. His cock was still firmly implanted, throbbing in my pussy.

My core was exploding, lights still dancing in front of my eyes. He took the time to yank one of my bent legs around him then the other. His eyes pierced mine in such a way I couldn’t breathe.

Or think.

Everything was one sweet blur as he continued fucking me, pumping long and hard, but with a perfect rhythm. Together we moved, a well-orchestrated dance that could go on forever. Beads of sweat from his forehead peppered my face, his masculine scent even more overpowering than before.

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