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pussy, he paused. Her breathing stilled. Darius tore his rapt attention away
from her ass and the puffy lips and skimmed down.
    The long tail of her hair fell over her shoulder and the tip
brushed the floor. Her face was hidden from him as she pressed her forehead to
her knees, but the slight arch of her back, the suspension of breath broadcasted
her anticipation, her eagerness to be penetrated, filled.
    He circled the opening and it clenched his fingertip. God,
it was so small. His dick jerked under his palm as he thought of pressing into
that hole, stretching it, being surrounded by it.
    “Darius.” Rowyn’s muffled plea urged him to give her a
deeper caress. But he resisted. “No,” she protested as he abandoned her flesh,
lifted his juice-covered finger to his mouth and slid it over his tongue.
    Ignoring her whimper, he sucked her delicious cream clean
and couldn’t contain a hungry growl as her essence detonated on his tongue and
filled his mouth. He wanted to dive back into her pussy for more. With regret,
he pulled his finger free of his mouth.
    “You taste so good,” he murmured and lowered his hands to
her waist. “Stand up, sweetheart.” Rowyn straightened and stepped free of her
underwear. The desire to finally see her naked again roared up in him and he
submitted to the craving. He slid his thumbs under the straps of her dress,
stroked them over her shoulders and down her arms. The thin material caught at
her hips for a moment before joining the lace at her feet.
    Leaning forward, he encircled her wrists and guided her arms
above her head, flattening her palms to the window.
    She was… breathtaking . With the setting sun
illuminating her tall, elegant, curvaceous body, she resembled a pagan goddess
ready—demanding—to be worshipped. He succumbed.
    Darius pressed his lips to her nape. He followed the elegant
length of her back to the dip at the base and then retraced the damp line, not
pausing until he reached her neck once more.
    “So lovely.” With a reverent sigh, he cupped her breasts
again, the nipples captured between his fingers. As he pinched the hard tips,
he nestled his cock between her ass cheeks. Rowyn moaned and ground her hips
back against his groin, pushing her breasts into his hands. He bent his knees
and then slowly straightened, his shaft separating the shadowed cleft between
her ass cheeks. The paler flesh of his dick parting the mocha skin of the
rounded, firm globes struck him as beautiful. The perfect blending of rich
color.
    He held her tightly to him, gripping her soft flesh like an
anchor as he pulled back, slid his shaft between her drenched pussy lips and
coated his cock in her cream. Rowyn widened her stance as if in invitation to
repeat the caress, but he again rode the dark slit of her ass. With a tortured
groan, he released her breasts, palmed her cheeks and pressed them close
together to form a tight channel for his aching dick.
    “Fuck,” he whispered as his cock head appeared and
disappeared. Blood thundered in his head then rushed straight to his erection,
filling it, hardening it more. His breath burst from his lips in harsh pants as
electricity tingled at the small of his back and zinged to his balls. The slick
warmth of her flesh surrounding his cock along with the visual stimulation
dragged him to the edge of orgasm before casting him over with a hoarse roar.
    His heart stopped, his hips jerked and his thigh muscles
twitched with the force of release. Rowyn bucked beneath him, rocking her ass
over his rigid length and wringing every drop of cum from his cock.
    “Sweetheart.” The endearment was all he could manage after
the ecstasy he’d experienced. He leaned forward and rested his forehead on her
shoulder. Aftershocks raced through his body, shivered over his skin. And still
his hips worked at her ass in a lazy rhythm.
    Several moments passed. Quiet claimed the room and, with a
sigh, he straightened and shifted away. He gazed at her back and the