Page 57 of Nauti Temptress (Nauti Girls 1)

Explosive pleasure, flaring through her senses and rasping over sensitive nerve endings, screamed through her

body. The feel of Brogan’s lips surrounding the tender tip of her nipple was throwing her senses into chaos. Whipping pinpoints of sensation struck at her clit, at the sensitive depths of her pussy. They burned through her, flickered across her flesh, and sent electric bursts of impending ecstasy rocketing through her.

She arched to him, desperation filling her with the need to get closer to the heat of his body. She needed more, needed her nipple deeper in the fiery heat of his mouth. She couldn’t get close enough. She couldn’t still the demand raging through her body. Frantic, hungry lust built and burned to furious peaks, spilling her juices from the clenched depths of her pussy and drawing her body tight with pleasure.

“Please. Oh, God. Brogan, please,” she cried out, feeling her senses spinning as her breath caught at the sensations thrumming through her clit and making her pussy clench.

Releasing her nipple from the devouring grip of his mouth, Brogan turned his attention to its mate.

“I love your nipples,” he crooned, brushing his beard against the hard, incredibly sensitive peak. “The feel of them, the sweet taste of them.”

He surrounded the hard tip with his mouth, and heat shot from the throbbing peak to pierce her womb before striking at the pulsing bud of her clitoris.

“Brogan. Damn you . . .” Straining at the hold he had on her, Eve felt herself becoming consumed by the needs racing through her body.

Excitement and adrenaline pumped through her bloodstream and laid waste to her ability to hold any part of herself back; pleasure rushed through her system again. Holding her relentlessly in his grip, Brogan sent torturous pleasure whipping through her with his touch, melting her, consuming her ability to function without him.

When his head drew back she could only moan at the loss of his touch as she attempted to push her breasts to him once again.

“I’m going to release your arms, Eve,” he told her, staring into her eyes as she forced them open. “Don’t touch me, understand?”

She could only shake her head, confused now.

“I need to touch you, Brogan,” she whispered, breathless and aching with such force it was like being tortured from the inside out.

She loved the feel of his body. The warmth and strength of him were a stable port in a chaotic storm of sensation.

“Not tonight.” He grimaced. “My control is shot, Eve.”

“Then don’t wait.” She reached for him, pouting when he caught her hands again.

Holding them at the wrists, he stared back at her with dominant intent. “Eve, I could always tie you to the bed.”

Her eyes widened. “You wouldn’t dare!”

Gripping her wrists in one hand again, he lowered the other, trailing it along her thigh before sliding it between them and quickly wedging them apart.

“I’ve dreamed of eating your hot little pussy,” he growled. “So yes, sweetheart, I damned well would tie you to the bed.”

The first sentence hadn’t passed his lips before Eve was breathing roughly, more of her juices flooding her pussy and spilling to the swollen folds beyond.

“Want me to do that to you, Eve?” he asked softly, knowingly, as his finger touched her, slowly easing through the saturated slit.

Her hips jerked, the sensations tearing through her pussy, jerking through her body like bolts of electric energy.

“Ah, you do like that,” he crooned.

Holding her gaze, he returned his finger to where it had been, the tip stroking upward this time to circle the swollen bud of her clit and dragging a harsh, desperate cry from her lips.

A second later he removed his touch again, staring up at her, demand filling his expression. “No touching me, agreed?”

“Fine. Agreed,” she breathed out roughly.

He released her slowly. “Lie back on the bed.”

Oh, God, oh, God. This was going to be so good. She could feel excitement racing through her veins and searing her body.

Lying back, lifting her arms above her head, she breathed in hard and deep.

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