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threw back her head, her
back arching helplessly as the whipcrack orgasm rolled through her. It was
short and sharp and jagged, like a lightening strike to her entire body. While
it lasted she was incapable of thinking of anything, of doing anything but
reacting to his hands on her.
    “That’s right, sweetheart, come for
me.” Matt’s deep voice was a hungry growl. “Come while I fingerfuck your sweet
pussy.”
    Andi panted as the pleasure ebbed.
Slowly she opened her eyes which had been squeezed shut and looked at the man
in front of her. She wondered if Matt had talked himself out. Surely he would
take her now—would fuck her. She felt a stab of apprehension mixed with
something suspiciously like anticipation as she wondered how it would feel to
have that thick monster of a cock sheathed inside her to the hilt.
    “You’re beautiful when you come, Andi.”
Matt’s deep voice sent a shiver up her spine. Slowly he withdrew his fingers
and brought them to his mouth. Without breaking eye contact, he slipped them
between his lips, sucking her essence eagerly from his skin as though it was a
delicacy.
    Andi’s eyes widened as she watched his
display. She’d never been with any man who acted like Matt. There was an almost
animal enjoyment in his eyes as he sucked his fingers clean. He acted as though
he was savoring her taste, as though he couldn’t get enough of her.
    “Delicious,” he murmured as he finished
getting the last traces of her honey from his long fingers. “Can’t wait to
taste it straight from the source.”
    “I…I don’t understand,” Andi protested
although she was afraid that she understood all too well. “I can’t…I don’t…”
    “You don’t have to. I will.” He was
already pressing her back on the couch and removing her panties and miniskirt
in one swift motion. The leather of the couch was cool against her bare ass and
Andy shivered helplessly, feeling incredibly vulnerable. She’d never been with
a man who really wanted to do this. It was always something a guy did
only if he felt like he had to—not something he really enjoyed. As a result,
Andi had never enjoyed it either. It felt too much like a duty and she usually
tried to avoid it. But there was no avoiding it now. Matt’s big hands on her
thighs, spreading her legs, let her know that he wanted to do it and that she
had no choice about letting him.
    “Please,” she whispered. “I…I…”
    “You scared, sweetheart?” He kissed her
neck hungrily and then moved lower, to the soft skin between her breasts.
“Still afraid of the big bad wolf?”
    “I don’t know,” she murmured, realizing
it was the truth. She was no longer terrified that he might harm her. But it
was hard to be this vulnerable with any man. Lying there on the couch with her
legs spread she felt so open, so helpless.
    “It’s all right. Told you I’m not gonna
hurt you.” His voice was a soft rumble as he moved still lower, circling the
cup of her naval with his tongue until the fine muscles of her stomach
trembled. But when his lips traced a trail of fire down to the neatly trimmed
thatch of curls that decorated her mound, Andi lost her nerve and tried to shut
her thighs.
    “Hey, don’t get shy on me now.” Matt’s
hands on her inner thighs were warm and gentle but demanding at the same time.
It was obvious he wasn’t going to be denied. “Don’t tell me you came here
willing to let me put my cock in your pussy but not my tongue.” He looked up at
her, one eyebrow arched in disbelief.
    Andi squirmed uncomfortably on the
couch. “Look, it’s just…I’ve never been with anyone who really wanted to
do this. I know some guys feel like they have to but really they don’t—you
don’t, I mean. So if you’re just trying to be nice…”
    His deep, rumbling laughter startled
her and when she looked down she could see the gleam of amusement in his sharp
blue eyes. “Look at me, sweetheart. I’m a trained assassin—a killing machine.
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