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pump, but he didn’t want to hurt her.
    Tasting pre-come on her tongue, she worked for more and sucked Fane’s cock while stroking until his choked cry told her he was ready to come. Moments later, he exploded into her mouth, and she swallowed. When she looked up at him, his gaze was locked onto her face.
    “Come up here, beautiful,” he insisted, and he took her hand to help her to her feet.
    They linked hands together, pressed close. Fane tipped her chin up and devoured her mouth, apparently not caring that she’d just gotten him off. He turned her away so her back faced him, and he stroked between her legs, teasing and pinching her clit until she whimpered. A dip of his thick middle finger into her wet snatch had her writhing with pleasure and holding onto his forearm for support. He pushed it in and withdrew slowly, and repeated the mind-blowing process.
    “Mm, look how wet my baby is,” he murmured in her ear. “Someone needs to come.”
    “Yeah,” she joked, shaking with desire, “especially since someone else already did.”
    He ran his hand across her belly, but she stopped him and pushed his hand back to her pussy. He chuckled low in his throat. Rather than bring her to climax, he washed her. Zuria didn’t complain because she knew Fane. He took her body to places she didn’t know existed, and he’d keep doing it until she was good and satisfied.
    Fane turned off the tap and left the shower. He returned to the doorway with a huge, fluffy white towel and enveloped her in it. Then he carried her to the bedroom and once again tossed her onto the bed. When she toppled backward, he followed, dropping to his knees to thrust her legs apart. She scarcely had time to pull in a breath before she was screaming his name and riding his face. He parted her folds and pushed a wet finger into her heat. Her pussy clenched around his digit, and Fane followed the movement with is tongue. Licking her bud, he worked his finger in and out of her pussy. She arched her back and tried pumping. Fane threw a forearm over her hips and pinned her to the bed. He sucked her clit between his lips, and an orgasm shattered her thought processes.
    With her bud so sensitive after coming, Fane left her clit and began lapping at her juices. Just knowing how much he loved her flavor took her pleasure higher. He moaned as he ate, nuzzling his nose across her bud. Tremors drew goose bumps along her skin. She tried pushing his head away, begging him. For what, she didn’t really know. Fane ignored her pleas—or answered them—by bringing her to a second orgasm. He released her and climbed up the bed until his cock was flush with her mouth.
    “Get me harder, baby.”
    She obeyed, taking him deep into her mouth and moaning as she licked his shaft. Right away, he began to grow longer and stiffer. She loved his flavor and the leathery texture of his skin on her tongue. Too soon, Fane took her treat away and raised her into his arms. They ended up in front of the French doors, and he set her on her feet. Zuria glanced outside. Fane’s entire backyard area was endless forest. The nearest neighbor was a good half-mile away, but every once in a while someone cut through his property—friends and neighbors, sometimes hunters on the way to wherever that kind went. Of course hunting season was over, and no one hunted near residential areas unless they wanted to be arrested, but one never knew.
    Her lover moved behind her, his cock jutting from his body. He laid his hands on her hips and positioned her to face the back of his property.
    “Fane, someone could see us.”
    He leaned in and kissed the shell of her ear. “That’s the whole point, the danger of being caught.”
    She had to admit the nervousness she felt at possible watching eyes stoked her desire. Fane stood behind her and caressed her ass, then spanked it. She grabbed hold of the doorknob and arched. He reached lower between her legs and found her pussy. A gentle touch at her slit made