Page 54 of Wrangled Up

“You’re gonna kill me, woman.”

She cooed as he traversed her tight seam with his fingers. Her outer lips were engorged, a juicy treat. He probed deeper and found her core scalding hot.

She pressed back against his hand, and he drove two fingers into her channel, burying them to the first knuckles.

For a moment, he pinched his eyes shut and let the heat travel up his wrist to his arm and higher. His cock battered the front of his jeans like an untamed beast. Curling hisfingers, he stroked the spongy inner wall of her pussy.

She flooded his fingers.

“Holy…Christ.” He withdrew his fingers and dropped to his knees. Pressing the denim over her hips, he exposed her to him fully. The first taste stole all control. Wildly, he plunged his tongue deep into her cunt, licking and tasting her want.

For me. All for me.

Her sweet juices coated his lips and chin, but he wanted more. Shoving lightly on her lower back, he caused her to arch and give him total access. He ran his tongue over her lips and inner folds, up to capture her straining nub.

She cried out, and he swore to every god in the universe that she was pulsating already.

“That’s it, baby. Don’t hold back. I’ll make you come twice this way before I take you.”

“Yessss.” She wriggled.

He circled her clit, painting it with his saliva and her juices. With the point of his tongue, he ground it into her body. He held still, allowing the pressure to build within her.

Then with a quick flick, he strummed her bundle of nerves.

She came undone.

Cream soaked his chin. He licked her madly to the sway of her ass against his face. Long, hoarse cries escaped her.

He slowed, bringing her down with ease but not allowing her to retreat. Avoiding her ultra-sensitive nerves, he lapped at her opening. When he sent a forefinger into her pussy, she clamped down around him and held on.

He crooked his finger and pressed hard.

She jerked and moaned. “Oh…my…Chris!”

An acute ache took up residence in his pants, but fuck, it was good. He savored the burn, knowing his release would be so good in the end.

He lessened the pressure on her g-spot. She groaned. Before she could draw a full breath, he pinned her down again.

As he fingered her pussy, he listened to her body. The breaths she dragged through her lungs were punctuated by squeaks. His hand was drenched with her want.

After a few plunges, he added a second finger. She wailed in pleasure.

He guided a third into her tight sheath.

“Faster,” she gasped.

Following her direction, he watched the slow pulsations of her body around his hand. The erotic sight nearly stole his control, and he had to squeeze the head of his cock hard through his jeans to keep from blowing.

He splayed his fingers wide.

Contractions squeezed his fingers, but they might as well have squeezed his cock. He couldn’t take another minute. Before she finished with her orgasm, he withdrew his hand.

As fast as he could, he tore his jeans down his hips and had a condom in place. Then gathering her up with an arm around the middle, he drove into her. Deep.

A dark need to possess her mind, body and soul drove him higher than ever before. Ticklish wisps of heat wove through his belly. They tangled around his heart and filled his brain with nothing but Claire.

He dug his fingers into her hips and yanked her into his pistoning hips. His ballsslapped her flesh, the quiet sound stimulating him further.

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