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his underwear over his hips and down his thick thighs. His cock was swollen for her, his gaze fixed upon her. Lust shadowed his face. She desperately wanted to slide her mouth over the thick head of his cock and suck. She reached her hands out, grasped him, and stroked upward, the smooth soft flesh of his cock against her palms. A hiss passed over his lips. His stomach muscles quivered.
    “Prim.” Her name was a growl in his a voice.
    She bent forward, looked up through her lashes, and put her lips over the head of his cock. Her tongue flicked along the head of him, and again air rushed out of his mouth. His hands were on her head and his fingertips wove through her hair. A gentle and firm touch, and her body responded with more threads of heat. She opened her mouth and slid her lips down his shaft. She wanted to pull him into her mouth and make him come as he’d done to her over and over and over again.
    “Yes,” he said in a voice that caused her sex to clench. “Yes, Prim, take it, take it all.”
    She did. She opened her throat and pushed him deep into her mouth. Her tongue wrapped around his shaft, and she pulled him and sucked back and forth, her hands stroking along his length with the rhythm of her mouth.
    “Yes, yes,” he said.
    He grew even bigger in her mouth, harder. His breathing now came in hard, choppy bursts. His hips jerked back. The soft, smooth rhythm became more erratic as she sucked harder and moved faster along his cock. Her hand cupped his balls, tender and soft.
    “Fuck,” he growled. He pushed his cock deeper into her mouth.
    She took him, she wanted him. She reached around and clasped her nails into the hard, tight muscles of his ass.
    “Fuck, Prim, I’m going to come. Baby, I’m going to come.”
    His words heated her. She sucked harder until the hot come shot into her mouth and down her throat, salty and good. She continued to suck and swallow until he bent over her with a long, pulsing gasp, holding her head as if supporting her. She clenched tighter and took one last long suck. One final spurt entered her mouth. She slid her lips slowly along his shaft and released him. A shudder pulsed through his body. Her tongue licked the head of his cock one final time.
    Prim turned her face up to Tristan. His gaze met hers, and he leaned toward her and pressed his lips to hers. He pulled away, and the gleam in his eyes caused a shiver to race up Prim’s spine.
    “I hope you enjoyed that, because now I am going to make you come until you beg me to stop.”
    Prim licked her lips. Tristan lifted her and moved her up the bed, then laid her back against the soft pillows.
    “Now it’s my turn.” His face, his lips, were so close to her skin. Whispers of heat from his breath licked at her flesh, already sensitive and aroused, and yet he didn’t touch her, he didn’t kiss her, just moved over her until his face was above her sex. He kissed the top of her thigh and gently pulled open her legs. He lifted each leg and set it over his shoulder. He knelt between her legs, inches from her sex.
    “Your pussy is beautiful.”
    His tongue slowly stroked up the center of her wet sex. She clamped down and her hips rolled. His tongue slipped into the fold and he licked up the side until he reached the button, her clit, at the top where he paused.
    “Please,” she whispered.
    “Prim, so sweet, so beautiful.” The heat of his breath stroked her sex. “Not yet.” Instead of clasping his mouth around her clit, his tongue stroked down the other side of her sex. His fingers slid into her. He pulsed his fingers in and then out and then in again. “Tight for me.”
    “Yes.” Prim’s voice was breathless, awash with desire.
    “Say it.”
    “Tight for you, Tristan, I’m tight for you.”
    With her words, his mouth clamped upon her clit and he sucked. Pleasure lit through her, a hot desperate fire. Her hips rolled as his tongue and his mouth pulled on her, the pressure building to the very tip of orgasm