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Pitbull smiled. “I’ve never heard them call that before. Do you want me to put on a shirt then?”
For a moment, Anke’s eyes dipped to his abdomen, then drifted upward to his chest. Pitbull flexed his pecs for her, making them dance.
“Don’t do…” She sighed. “I get so overwhelmed by you. Shit—what I mean is, you’re a whole lot of man.”
Pitbull walked to the center of the room and slipped slowly to his knees.
“What’re you doing?”
“Look closely, Anke.” Pitbull slid his arms up and laced his fingers behind his head. “You said I’m a whole lot of man. I’m giving you control. If you want my body.”
She shook visibly.
“I can tell you like the idea. Show me what you’re capable of.”
“You can’t mean…”
He lifted serious, blue eyes to meet hers. “Come and get me.”
9
There was something so sexy about a man Daniel’s size, on his knees, ready to be taken. It burned along Anke’s flesh before sending a quick tremor through her. Even as she stepped forward to trail a finger across his wide shoulders then down the middle of his back. At certain spots she tilted the finger to drag the nail across him. To her surprise, Pitbull growled for her. Anke found she loved that sound too.
She slipped to her knees before him while passing her palms from his shoulders, over his trembling pecs and down his perfectly sculpted abs. When he signed, she leaned in and added her lips and tongue to the mix. Anke tasted from his neck, between his pecks, across to tickle his nipples with her tongue. As she inched her way down to the waist of his pants, she wondered if the control he’d given her includedeverything. Men said things they didn’t mean all the time. So far, he hasn’t touched her.
Anke fumbled with his button and zipper before looking up into his eyes as she slipped her fingers into his pants and boxers. The shock of how hard he had become almost scared her away—almost. She swallowed the fear and pulled him free. He pulsed in her palm, hard and hot.
“May I?” Anke asked while stroking him.
“You’re in control.” He replied, huskily.
With a nod, Anke bowed her head to take the head into her mouth. She sucked once then passed her tongue over it. Pitbull sucked in air loudly but didn’t touch her still. Bravely, she pulled him further into her mouth, loving the hardness of him. He tasted hot and tangy, dripping on her tongue and she wanted more.
Maybe she was greedy, but Anke threw herself into it. She alternated between sucking him and bathing the shaft with her tongue even as her fingers tickled his balls. She basked in his moans, the way his body writhed for her and the way he flowed freely in her mouth. That last bit stunned her. She’d never liked going down on a man. But the moment she saw Pitbull, she knew if given the chance, she’d enjoy him.
“I don’t want to come like this,” Pitbull said. “Not the first time we’re together.”
“Okay.” She stepped away from him to peel her clothes off and stretching out on the floor before him. “Let me see what those large hands are like on my skin.”
Pitbull removed his pants and boxers and crawled to her naked. She loved the roll of his muscles, the intensity in his gaze, and the soft way he bowed at her toes. He dropped kisses against her, starting from her toes, around to her ankles then up her legs to her knees. There, he shifted around, using one hand to spread her legs and kissing the soft insides of her thighs.
He was hot, tender yet commanding. Anke melted into the floor, moaning, and arching upward for him. But Pitbull wasn’t in a rush. He moved his mouth against her, every part of her but never the place she so desperately needed his tongue.
“Please?” She burned in a way that singed through to her soul.
Suddenly, he gave her what she what she wanted. Her eyes widened and a sharp scream let her body. Pitbull knew precisely where to suck, how hard, when to use his tongue—and she tried closing her thighs. The pleasure was too much. Suddenly, she was losing control and it terrified her.
But Pitbull simply held her thighs apart, and sunk his tongue into her.
“Yes!” She shouted shamelessly. “Daniel!”
The rising tide built from the tips of her toes then splintered through her. It turned into electricity, pricking at her skin then making heart slam against her chest harder and harder. Yes, this was what it felt like to be with a real man.
Soon, she had no control of anything. With a swirl of Pitbull’s tongue, Anke was water on the floor. Then he added a finger, sinking it into her hard and fast. Anke’s entire world exploded. She arched upward, sinking her nails into Pitbull’s shoulders while trying to mute the shout of happiness threatening to erupt from her body.
Pitbull released her only to slide his tongue along her length. He forced her cry of happiness from her lips. No matter how desperately she’d wanted to keep that to herself. He backed up and she trembled, writhed around on the floor trying to control her breathing. He pulled her into his arms and cuddled her to his chest. Anke was pretty sure he thought his action would sooth her but his masculine scent only made things sexier.
“More,” Anke panted, reaching down to grab his cock and tugged. “I want more.”
