Margo's Night (Interracial Erotica) Read Online Free

hot for her as she was for him.
    They only separated long enough for him to pull off his button down shirt and unbuckle his pants, followed by her shirt. She leaned back onto the plush sofa, chest heaving up and down as she lifted her hips and his thick fingers pulled down her leggings. She expected him to discard her panties and get to the nitty gritty, but instead, he slid between her thighs, leaving them on.
    He created a roadmap of kisses along the inside of her thigh, each one closer to Margo’s capital of pleasure. Finally, he reached the crotch of her panties and let out a moan that reverberated over Margo’s body.
    “Can I taste you?” he whispered.
    Hot and he asked for permission. Margo couldn’t believe her luck. “Yes…god yes.”
    She sighed as he slid her panties down and off one of her legs. She was naked and exposed, spread out before him. Instinctively, she reached for the lamp on the side table.
    “Don’t,” he said gently.
    She frowned. “But the light-” What about her rolls? Her imperfections?
    He rose, his muscles flexing as he reached for her hand, still out, hovering like a scarecrow, near the pull string for the light.
    He slowly eased her hand down. “A body so beautiful shouldn’t be hidden in the dark.”
    She still felt pangs of self-consciousness as he lowered back down, inching toward the root of her. But once she closed her eyes and felt his tongue trailing up and down her slit, nerves were replaced by ecstasy. His tongue was warm and alive, darting in and out, suckling her juices like honey.
    Everything blurred except his mouth and Margo faded into his motions, becoming the in-charge, sexual being she hid inside. She was usually dead silent during sex, letting the guy have free reign. She found herself coaching him, directing him to go faster, slower, harder, softer, caressing his hair as he ate her out.
    She was so close to climax and he hadn’t even broached the nucleus of her. He knew just how to work her into a frenzy until she found herself spreading her lips, vocalizing her needs.
    “Taste me,” she begged, surprising herself. “Suck my clit.”
    He dove deeper, moaning now as his tongue made long lashes inside her pink. His tongue rolled up and down, circling her knob of desire, flicking it back and forth. Her bundle of nerves was swollen. Hard as a rock.
    Her moans took on a higher octave as he went to the heart of her, swirling round and round like a hurricane before he took her clit between his lips and sucked. He used varying degrees of pressure—slow, teasing squeezes with more aggressive pumps that left Margo gasping, wanting him to stop and keep going at the same time.
    Just as her fingers dug into his hair, tugging his locks, and she felt the tingle of her coming orgasm, he upped the ante. Still licking her clit, he added a finger, pushing inside her, pumping in and out as he built a rhythm that hypnotized her.
    She’d never felt every motion, lived for every heartbeat of delight like this. He wasn’t just doing this to do it—he liked eating her out. He loved giving her pleasure.
    “More,” she groaned, bucking upward. “More!”
    He answered the call, lapping at her pleasure knot, exploring her inner walls as his fingers moved inside her core. When she exploded with a howl of release, he didn’t stop—his pumps became slow rocks, the spasms of her climax suckling his digit. His tongue didn’t eject, instead, drinking up the liquid desire that seeped from her gates. He’d turned her out, leaving her completely spent.
    “I-” Her words became a squeal of surprise as he rose to his feet. He leaned down, his muscled arms wrapping around her bare waist.
    Her eyes went wide. There was no way he was lifting her. But before she could protest, he’d picked her up as easy as 1, 2, fuck .
    She kissed his neck with glee as she locked her ankles behind his back. He carried her toward his darkened bedroom, holding her close. He eased her onto the bed, standing