Page 73 of Wicked Takeover
He flexed his rod. “I hope you like meat.”
Lauren laughed and settled in, wanting to relish the moment. She indulged in his wonderful scent and licked his full length.
He moaned loudly.
Not letting that sway her, she swirled her tongue over his crown, tasty as ever, warm and silky. Her heart skipped several beats.
Dante brought up his legs so fast, his hairy thighs bumped her shoulders. Offering no apology, he gripped Lauren’s hips, pulled her down, and licked her slit.
A wave of pleasure and an urge to be filled built between her legs, both feelings too wondrous to deny. She shivered.
Dante separated her cheeks, ran his fingers down her furrow, and probed her anus.
Its sensitivity nearly knocked her down. Drowning in delight, she forgot to lap his shaft.
He sucked her clit.
Everything spun. She gripped his thigh, but it didn’t help settle things.
Dante licked her nub and worked his finger into her anus, taking control.
She couldn’t allow that. This belonged to them both. With a ton of willpower, she fought the depraved feelings rolling through her and concentrated on the job at hand. She licked Dante’s crown as she would Jasmina’s Dove Bars or Fudgsicles, enjoying his flavor far more. After lapping the veins on his shaft, she flicked her tongue over his balls.
He stiffened and suckled her again.
Although hungry for air, Lauren ignored her needs and tended to him. Soon, they were sweating and swearing, trying to outdo each other in their carnal competition.
“Shit.” Dante writhed. “I can’t fucking take it.”
“Good.”
He turned her around and pushed her on her back.
“Hey!”
He ignored her shout. “I have to be inside you.”
“You were.”
“Your pussy, not your mouth.” He looked around for the condom.
Lauren rolled over, reached it first, and pushed to her knees. “I’ll put it on you.”
His face scrunched in what she guessed was real pain.
“Are you hurting?”
“What do you think?” He gestured to his cock, the skin so stretched it was red and shiny.
“I swear I’ll hurry.” She tugged on the foil wrapper. It wouldn’t open. “Damn.”
“Give it to me.”
She pushed his hand away and used her teeth to tear the packet open.
Dante shoved his fingers through his hair.
Tenderness and lust coursed through her. “I’m here to serve you.”
