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eyes and surrendered completely to his will.
    My whole body trembled in anticipation of his first kiss. Wanting. Wishing. And when it finally came, he did not disappoint. Damon Baxter didn’t do feathery kisses. Only unrestrained passion, powerful and all-consuming. Our tongues mated in a primitive dance—both wild and beautiful—and we were burning hotter than the flames in hades.
    I pressed my tits against his chest and savored the soft vibration of his tongue as he moaned and devoured me. The deep, full strokes of our tongues set my blood racing. I met his fervor head-on. His heady scent washed over me, drowning me in a sea of masculinity. But there was something about his taste that pulled me back to consciousness. As his lips raked over mine, my mouth split into a broad smile. I sat back and stared at him.
    “You made a dirty martini,” I said in an accusing tone. “To prove your earlier point?”
    He chuckled and reached for his glass, holding it out for me to take a sip. His words mocked me. “Taste that!”
    With great ceremony I lifted the glass to my lips for a sip and rolled the liquid over my tongue. “As delicious as its creator.” I took another sip. “What’s your secret ingredient? It’s there on the tip of my tongue. But I can’t quite place it.”
    “I don’t mix and tell,” he said, nipping at my lower lip while his hands explored my back, rubbing up and down. A mischievous glint lit his eyes. “Mine is better.”
    It was excellent, but I wasn’t willing to concede defeat. “It’s different.”
    “You’re stubborn,” he said with warmth in his voice. “And right now, you’re all mine.”
    My body tingled all over and I couldn’t stop the reaction any more than I could keep my hands from raking through his hair and pulling his mouth onto mine. His tongue was pure silk as it tasted and teased me. Before long the lips at the apex of my thighs were screaming for attention. I ground into his erection. He groaned into my mouth with an animalistic growl. Grabbing my butt cheeks, he lifted me off his groin before giving my ass a resounding smack. I gasped in shock as he massaged my bottom, kneading it softly. My pussy was soaking wet and begging to be fucked.
    “You’re a greedy little wench, aren’t you?” he said, sweeping one hand along my inner thigh. He paused right above the lacy edge of my thigh highs, pressing his fingertips against my throbbing pussy. “Is this what you want, Samantha? Me to finger fuck that tight pussy of yours?”
    My eyes widened when the pad of his thumb slipped underneath my panties. He dipped it into my wet cunt and spread the juices over my slit, until he circled my swollen clit in an achingly slow pattern. Fuck, that felt amazing. I nodded.
    “Beg me,” he said. His gaze was fierce and possessive.
    “Please, Damon.” I mewled and bucked my hips, melting further with every twirl of his thumb on my sensitive nub. “Please fuck me until I come all over those long fingers.”
    “Good girl.” He slipped two digits inside and honed in on my g-spot, thrusting his fingers rapidly. His eyes connected with mine and I was overwhelmed by the desire raging there. “After I’m done fucking your pussy with my fingers, I’m going to lay you down and eat you out. Is your cum as delicious as your tongue?”
    Oh shit. Just the image of him lapping away at my clit sent me over the edge and I convulsed, gripping his shoulders as my orgasm ripped through me. His mouth closed over mine and he held me tight through the maelstrom, kissing me with a bittersweet tenderness. Soft, lingering kisses that calmed me and brought me back down to earth. When my body finally stilled and my breathing returned to normal, he pulled his fingers free and licked them one by one. I watched in fascination as his tongue worked the juices off.
    “As sweet and sticky as cotton candy,” he whispered.
    I leaned in and ran my tongue over his lips before dipping it into his mouth for a