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mouth,
making her moan deep back in her throat. Her fingers dug into his back as he
suckled her, her body on fire for him.
    He gave her one last lick, pressed a kiss between her
breasts and leaned back again. He tugged on the waistband of her jeans. “Take
them off.”
    Electric fire raced from the top of her head, down to her
toes. Slowly, ever so slowly, she unzipped her jeans. She pushed them down over
her hips, her thighs, her calves, watching him as he watched her, and then she let
them fall to the floor. She kicked them aside, removed her shoes. His erection
strained against the zipper of his jeans, a huge bulge that she wanted to free.
Everything in her ached to be filled, and her eyes fixed on his cock.
    He noticed the direction of her stare and smiled. “I can’t
wait to be inside you,” he said, holding her gaze while he stroked himself over
his jeans. “Get naked for me.”
    Her throat went dry even as she got wetter. If he kept this
up, she might end up suffering from some extreme dehydration. The thought
tickled her, and she smirked as she hooked her thumb under the waistband of her
panties. She pulled them away from her body, stretching out the fabric as far
as it would go before slowly lowering them down her legs.
    He stood up and took her into his arms. She gasped as he
plunged his tongue deep into her mouth, her senses overwhelmed by the sudden
onslaught. His hands roamed over her, groping, squeezing, stroking. His touch
was rough, urgent and the friction of his clothing against her naked, sensitive
skin, heightened her fevered libido. She clung to him, clutching at his
T-shirt, an infuriating barrier between her and the warm expanse of his chest.
When he parted from her, she was panting, too dazed by the force of his kiss to
do anything more than stand there while he took the beads off his neck and
placed them the around hers.
    Bailey laughed even as she tried to catch her breath. “Oh,
have I earned these now?”
    “Yeah,” he said, stroking her hair. “You did.”
    She ran her hands down his back to grab the best ass she had
ever had the pleasure of squeezing. His cock hot and thick against her pelvis.
He needed to be naked, fucking her— now . She slipped her hands under his
shirt and raked her fingernails over the small of his back. “You should be
naked too.”
    He kneaded her breast, toying and teasing her nipple, each
pluck escalating the intensity of the heat roaring through her veins. His lips
ghosted over her flushed skin as he nuzzled her throat. All the fine hairs on
her body stood up as chills raced over her. “You want me naked?”
    “I do,” she said, tugging on his shirt.
    He helped her lift it off over his head. “Are you going to
have your way with me?”
    “Absolutely.” She finally got to see the dog tags she had
only felt before. They looked good in the center of his broad chest, adding a
distinct appeal. He was a slab of muscle, his abs perfectly defined. Dark hair
dusted his pecs, traveled down the center of his stomach, disappeared down into
his jeans. He even had that line of muscle right at his hips, the one
separating his torso from his legs. She didn’t know what it was called, but it
made her wild. It was her favorite place to lick a man. She ran her hands over
him, loving the feel of his skin, the muscles flexing under her touch.
    He let her explore for a bit, but then took her hand and
brought it to his crotch. The bulk of him overfilled her palm and her pussy
thumped, demanding him now. He moaned against her neck when she squeezed and
bit down on her shoulder. “Get me naked.”
    She was already fumbling with the button fly on his pants
before he could get all the words out. The first button revealed that he was
not wearing any underwear, the second uncovered a thatch of dark hair. She
raked her fingers through the wiry patch, the hair both soft and coarse against
her palm. The third button freed him, and the fourth let her slide his pants
down and out of the