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groan of approval. James canted his hips up, his cock rigid and hot with need. The hand that held him grew slick with his juices. El moved lower, but took her time to nibble and thoroughly enjoy every inch.
    Finally her chin bumped against the wobbling head of his shaft. Opening her jaw, she flicked her tongue out, tasting his salty pre-cum.
    “Oh, El, oh please, yeah,” he moaned.
    Seeming lost, his eyes closed and his face twisted with bliss, James reached out and cupped her jaw, drawing her farther down his shaft. Eager to oblige, she relaxed her throat and swallowed him down as far as she could.
    Hot and thickly erect, he filled her mouth and throat. The sheer power in him had her wet once again. El bobbed her head, sucking hard on him and pumping his cock with her hand. She gently played with his balls, the furred sac tight and high, warm with his seed.
    Breathing hard as her own arousal rose, El moved over him, working her jaw, caressing him faster with her hands as pleasure bloomed through her. Small sounds of passion fell from his lips and she stole glances at him as he lost himself to her ministrations.
    All too soon she felt the faint tremor, the rumble in his body as his muscles contracted, readied themselves for his release.
    “Oh yeah, I’m almost there, El,” he warned her.
    Craving to taste his essence, she pressed her tongue against his shaft, working hungrily, wanting to have everything. He shouted, a hoarse, strangled sound. His body seized up, muscles bunching as his hips thrust in hard, sharp bursts. He plunged his cock deeper down her throat, threatening to choke her.
    El drew in a deep breath and relaxed. Hot gushes of seed pumped into her, filling her mouth with a musky, salty fluid. Swallowing, she took it all, repeating the gesture as he shot into her over and over again. The convulsive tightening of her mouth and throat as she swallowed massaged his stalk, urging him to continue until she’d wrung him dry.
    James fell back against the couch, seeming replete. He panted, shuddering with deep breaths that proved to her how hard he’d come. El lapped at his shrinking cock, her hands still sticky but unwilling just yet to relinquish him. When she was certain that he’d finished, she lifted her head, tasting her lips and taking every last piece of him into her.
    Bending toward him, she then pressed small, hot kisses against his flat belly. He groaned, though the sound had nothing to do with pain and everything to do with passion. She watched him as he squeezed his eyes shut, then cracked one open and glanced at her.
    “You know what that does to me,” he chided her teasingly.
    She grinned, not needing to say a word. Instead she naughtily kissed him again, this time scraping her teeth around his belly button.
    Pressed against him, she could feel the twitch of his muscles and the stirrings of interest in his cock. Her grin became a wide smile, lust filled her and her heart sped up. Her pussy ached for him, needing to feel his thick length penetrating her once again, pulsing within her and possessing her body and soul.
    She craved him.
    “Insatiable woman,” he murmured, need and lust bright in his gaze. “Do you know how often I’ve dreamed of you? Of this? I’m going to fuck you harder than you believed possible. And then, once I’ve filled your pussy with everything I can, I plan to work around to that arse of yours. We never did get there last time, did we? I love that you’ve never had your anus reamed, El. It’s one hell of an experience, or so I’ve been told. A bit of preparation, some stretching or maybe a toy or two and I bet I can have you screaming for mercy and pleading for more.”
    His words couldn’t have had more of an effect upon her if he’d electrocuted her. Desire, need, raw craving flooded her. The mental image he portrayed, of his cock thrusting up her arse, possessing her in the most intimate way imaginable, had her hot and ready right now. Words failed her. She