Page 178 of The Dark Stranger

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She looks up at me, her eyes locked on mine, and then she lowers her mouth.

Slowly.

So, fucking slowly.

Her tongue flicks out, licking the pre-cum from the tip.

I groan.

My hips jerk.

She smirks—just a little—and then she takes me into her mouth.

Inch by inch.

Her lips stretch around my cock, her tongue sliding along the underside.

She tastes me.

Savors me.

One hand wraps around the base, stroking in time with her mouth.

The other grips my thigh.

She starts tomove.

Up.

Down.

Her mouth is hot and wet and perfect.

I can feel the back of her throat.

She gags slightly, but she doesn't stop.

She pulls back, drool spilling from her lips, and she spits on my cock.

The sight of it—her spit glistening on my shaft—makes me harder.

She uses her hand to spread it, rotating her palm slowly over the tip, her fingers working the sensitive head.

"Fuck," I growl.

My hand moves to her hair,grabbing a fistful.

Not to control her.

Just to *feel* her.

She takes me deeper.

Her mouth moving up and down in a rhythm that's driving me insane.

I can hear the wet sounds.

The slurping.

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