Stripped by Lauren Dane Read Free Book Online

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    Spreading her thighs wide with his shoulders, he parted her labia with his thumbs and looked his fill at the pretty pink furls of her pussy.
    â€œDamn, this has be the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. And all swollen and wet just for me. I like that part the best.” Looking up, he met her eyes as she stared down at him.
    Moving his thumbs, he used the flesh of her labia and clitoral hood to stroke against her clit, slow and sure. He alternated between watching her pussy swell and darken and looking into her face as she fell deeper and deeper toward orgasm.
    â€œPlease!” she finally burst out, sounding desperate.
    â€œPlease what, Dahlia? I want you to tell me what you want.”
    Her eyes narrowed and she swallowed. “Make me come, Nash.”
    â€œWith my fingers like this?” He slid two fingers deep and squeezed her clit gently between slippery thumb and forefinger of the other hand. A ragged groan tore from her lips as she rolled her hips into his hand.
    â€œNo! Or yes. Sure. Whatever!”
    He chuckled and took his hands away. “You don’t sound so sure. How about with my mouth like this.” Leaning in, he took a swirling lick from her gate up around her clit, tickling the underside of it with the tip of his tongue.
    â€œYes! Oh, yes, like that,” she whispered urgently.
    â€œNow that sounds sure. It also sounds like you like to be told what to do. I’ll have to keep that in mind for later,” he murmured just as he got back to work.
    His mouth on her was sure and aggressive, much like he was. Dahlia gave in to the sensations that rode her spine from clit to nipples to brain. Every inch of her skin felt alive and electric.
    There wasn’t an inch of her pussy his mouth missed. As her hands gripped the bedspread, his tongue surveyed every fold, every dip and bump. Lapping, licking, grazing with the edge of his teeth, rolling his lip against her clit, his erotic assault on her was relentless.
    Dahlia was sure nothing had ever felt so damned good. Her head whipped from side to side as she begged for more, writhed and clutched the blankets. He was as good with his mouth when it was eating pussy as he was with those damned compliments. The man was a menace.
    And then he pressed two fingers into her and turned his wrist, curling the fingers until he found a spot so sweet inside her she was sure she’d never experienced such sharp and intense pleasure before.
    It was all over when he slowly sucked her clit between his lips, grazing it ever so gently with his teeth. Her back bowed as a hoarse cry came from her. Orgasm rose up and sucked her under. There was nothing else but his mouth on her, his hands holding her, touching her.
    He continued to push her right into another smaller but still intense aftershock climax. He would have continued for another but she couldn’t take the intensity any further and scrambled up the bed, away from that wicked, wicked mouth.
    She felt him move next to her and cracked open an eye. “That mouth of yours ought to be registered as a lethal weapon.”
    â€œJust wait till you see what I can do with my cock.”
    She moaned, rolling to look at him. “Let’s go. Show me. But you’re not naked. This perturbs me.”
    He grinned and sat up, quickly divesting himself of the shirt before scrambling off the bed to deal with his pants, socks and underwear. His upper body was delicious. A chest that wasn’t too hairy, nicely defined pecs, wide shoulders leading to a tapered, narrow waist. Muscled biceps and forearms made her wonder just how many surfaces he could fuck her against as he held her up.
    She rolled off the bed, following him. “Let me do that.” Falling to her knees, she unbuttoned the jeans and slid them and the boxer briefs down muscled thighs, helping him out of them and his socks.
    â€œI’ve had this recurring fantasy,” she said, looking her fill at his gorgeous