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hard against
her sweet spot. He thrust his tongue in and out of her mouth in
rhythm with his hips; a prelude to what she wanted him to do to her.
How was it possible that such a strong desire could overtake her body
so quickly, so furiously? Whimpering, she buried her fingers in his
curly mass of hair, rubbing herself shamelessly against him until she
was crying out in pleasure, trembling as an orgasm swept through her.
    Lyon pulled away,
and Cordova was surprised when he knelt before her instead of pushing
down his hose and thrusting inside her like she thought he would. He
spread her legs wide, his hungry gaze fixed on the most private part
of her body.
    “ Oh, your
Majesty,” she gasped, realizing his intentions. He was going to
lick her there ?
“You can’t!”
    “ Oh, but I
can,” he growled, leaning in, and Cordova screamed as he ran
his tongue over her center. “Mmm. You taste so sweet.” He
licked her again, his tongue burrowing through her silky folds until
he found that secret spot. Cordova’s hips bucked, and he
gripped them with his large hands, forcing her to take what he gave
her, when he gave it to her. His tongue flicked and circled,
alternating the pressure so that he forced her to the edge, and then
backed off. Her knees clamped tight around his head, her nails dug
painfully into his scalp, and he didn’t care. It was worth it,
to hear her shrieks as he gorged himself on her scent and taste.
    “ Please!”
she finally cried. “Please, please, Lyon!”
    He liked the sound
of his name on her lips, even if she’d forgotten his title. As
a reward for pleasing him, he sucked hard on her pleasure nub, and
smiled as she stiffened around his head, screaming her release. He
lapped up the sweet cream that gushed out of her until she was limp.
    “ That was,”
she gasped, not caring that she sounded desperately inexperienced. “I
have no words.”
    Lyon smiled. “You
need none.” He pushed his hose down, hooked Cordova’s
ankles around his shoulders, and plunged inside her. They gasped
simultaneously, and then Lyon began thrusting, not nearly as gentle
as he’d been before. He could feel her inner walls gripping his
shaft tightly, trying to hold him as he moved inside her, creating
the most delicious friction between them.
    Cordova’s
nails dug into the wood beneath her, her long hair spread out across
the piano, her head tilted back to expose the white column of her
throat. She was utterly helpless in this position, and could do
nothing but lie back and let him pound his shaft into her.
    No, that wasn’t
true. Lifting her head, she slid her hand down to where they were
joined and made a “V” with her middle and forefingers over her softness so she could feel
his shaft sliding against her fingers as he worked it inside of her.
Watching the hard length of him move in and out, in and out, was one
of the most erotic things she’d ever seen. She circled her
fingers around him lightly, enjoying the feel of his hot, hard shaft
pulsing wetly against her palm.
    Lyon groaned at the
feel of her hand around him, and knew he needed more. Pulling out, he
gripped Cordova by the hips and pulled her off the piano, then pushed
her to her knees.
    Eyes impossibly
wide, Cordova stared at his glistening shaft, which bobbed hungrily
in front of her face. “What am I to do?”
    Lyon’s fingers
threaded through her hair. “Take it,” he commanded,
pushing his hips toward her. “In your mouth.”
    Cordova swallowed
nervously, licking her lips as she gripped the base of his shaft with
her hand. He was so big. Would he be able to fit in her mouth? She’d
heard rumors about men demanding this sort of thing from their women,
and all of the stories had sounded so very distasteful.
    But he had knelt
between her legs and given her pleasure, so it seemed only fair that
she return the favor. Not that she had a choice in the matter. She
was his mistress, fated to do all that pleased him.
    A drop of seed
glistened at the