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expected, is it?”
    “Nope.” He turned and stared at her.
    She gulped and closed the door behind her. He
pressed her back until she could go no farther. One hand on either
side of her, he leaned close and said, “What is this? A tumble with
the bad boy?”
    She placed her hand on his chest. “This is about you
and me. Nothing else. Either you want it or you don’t.”
    His eyes flared with heat, and her gut tensed.
    “I don’t want it; I want you.”
    “You’ll have me.”
    He lifted her in his arms and kissed her. Vicki
shuddered as his tongue slid into her mouth, his taste filling her.
She wound her arms around his neck and legs about his waist.
Submerging her hands into his hair, she yanked the stands and
tangled her tongue with his.
    He palmed her ass with one hand and ground against
her, his cock hard and there. She nipped his tongue and muttered,
“Strip.”
    The moment her feet hit the floor, she began tearing
at her clothing. It fell to the floor and mingled with his. When he
stood naked before her, her breath left her in a rush. Hard muscles
flowed along his limbs. His abdominals were decidedly cut, she
wanted to drop to her knees and run her tongue along the ridges. A
bit lower, his cock rose, hard and thick. The large mushroom head
shone with pearlescent drops of his precum. She flicked her tongue
along her lips, wanting him in her mouth.
    She sank to her knees and grasped him. Tipping her
head, she fisted her hand up and down his shaft. The groan slipping
from his throat was music to her ears. She flicked out her tongue
and tasted him. Salty. Male. Hers. Opening wide, she drew him
in.
    “No,” he rasped, lifting her up.
    “Why?”
    “I want to taste, as well. If you don’t want to do
this on the floor here, tell me where your room is.”
    “Ain’t that many rooms in here. One’s my bedroom,
and one is the bathroom.”
    “Come on,” he said.
    Her place wasn’t that big, so it didn’t take him
long to get her to the bedroom. He kissed her again as he cupped
her pussy, slipping his finger deep inside her. She moaned and
bucked her hips.
    He laid her back and placed his mouth over her
core.
    “Shit,” she said, arching up, encouraging his
fingers in deeper. His tongue laved at her clit. She gripped the
blankets as he ate her out with extreme skill. A scream ripped from
her throat as she came, hips flexing. She struggled to sit up and
brought him up on the bed, as well. Soon, she was on top of him,
his cock deep in her mouth as he continued to eat her.
    Up and down, she bobbed her head. He stretched her
mouth as she took as much of him as she could. Her pussy wept at
his assault of fingers and tongue. She ground on his face, loving
how he gripped her hips and kept her tight to him.
    Her body quaked with another orgasm, and his cock
pulsed before filling her mouth with his seed. She didn’t release
him until nothing else came. Only then did she remove the warm
suction she had around him.
    “Come here.”
    His voice, a deep rasp, ratcheted up her pulse once
more. She turned and straddled him, closing her eyes tight in
rhapsody when his thickness pushed through her muscles. Fully
seated on him, she held still and gave herself a moment. He watched
her, his large hands with square nails resting on her thighs. His
stormy eyes blazed with barely contained passion.
    He reached up and undid the loose ponytail her hair
was in. The tenderness he exhibited while doing it surprised her.
Although, she couldn’t exactly explain why.
    She squealed when he rolled them over. He rose over
her and began driving home. His strokes were long and sure. Fast,
slow, deep, shallow. He changed it up and kept her on pins and
needles, guessing. She latched her legs around him and held on,
undulating and writhing beneath him.
    Over and over, he took her to the edge, only to drag
her back and make her scramble to reach it once more. Her throat
burned for water and some relief from her cries, but she didn’t
slow nor did