He stroked her hair as she brought him deeper with every bob of her head. Instead of using her hand to jack his shaft while her mouth performed oral magic, her fingers clutched his thighs. When his shaft was fully seated in her mouth, the tip bumping against the back of her throat, her nose against his lower belly, he held her there.

She didn’t balk or try to pull away.

“That’s it baby, breathe through your nose. Now swallow. I wanna feel those throat muscles kissing my cock.”

Tanna’s eyes remained closed as she swallowed.

“Ah f**k. Next time I’ll come down your throat like this.” He let his hands fall away and she retreated, his dick slipping out of her mouth.

She nuzzled his hip, and planted kisses across his lower abdomen.

Hauling her to her feet, he claimed her mouth while untying her swimsuit top. After flinging it aside, his hands slid down to remove her bottoms. A driving need built inside him with each openmouthed kiss. He wanted to possess this woman, f**k her, mark her, own her, leave an imprint on her so skin deep, so bone deep, that she’d only ever think of him. That she’d only ever want him.

Standing on tiptoe, Tanna broke the seal of their mouths and brushed her lips across his jaw, starting on the left and moving to the right. She whispered, “I’m yours however you want me.”

“Couch. Now.”

She unwreathed her arms from his neck and sauntered away, aware his eyes were glued to every enticing swing of her hips.

Like he needed additional enticement. The woman was sex on legs.

Bottle of oil in hand, Fletch joined her. “Hands on the cushions, legs spread wide, ass in the air.”

As soon as she’d assumed the position, he sat on the floor between her legs. With his neck resting on the edge of the cushion, her cunt was above him.

Fletch poured oil on his fingers. “Put your pu**y on my face.”

Tanna lowered herself without hesitation.

He feasted on her. Lapping her juices, tickling her clit with the tip of his tongue, burying his mouth in her soft, wet tissues until he was drunk on her taste. High on the scent of her arousal. His mouth wandered to the pink pucker and he flicked his tongue over that tight rosebud until Tanna’s moans escalated.

Then he stopped, replacing his tongue with an oil-slicked finger. He teased her pu**y with rapid swirls and firm-lipped nibbles as he slowly inserted one finger in her ass.

Tanna was so focused on her impending orgasm that she didn’t notice—or didn’t care—when he added a second finger. He reached up and squirted more oil on her tailbone. It rolled down her butt crack into her ass**le, coating his fingers as he plunged them in and out, preparing her to take his cock.

“Please. Please make me come.”

He latched onto her clit and sucked until that sweet moment when her body responded. And he swallowed a very male grunt of satisfaction that he’d brought her there. Again.

Every throbbing pulse caused her to gasp, “Oh God. Oh-God-oh-God-oh-God.”

After the last tremor, Fletch gave her pu**y a soft kiss, eased his fingers from her back channel and stood on shaking legs.

Want. Need. Now.

It took every ounce of willpower not to ram his c**k into her right that second. He grabbed a handful of tissues from the coffee table and wiped his fingers. Then he realized he hadn’t brought protection. Tanna was still in a stupor and she wouldn’t notice if he slipped away for just a sec.

But when he turned toward the bedroom, she said, “Where you goin’?”

“To get a condom.”

She raised her head and looked over her shoulder at him. “No condom.”

Shocked, he said, “You sure?”

“You’re clean. I’m clean. And it’s not like you’ll get me pregnant.” She shot him such a hot look the temperature in the room seemed to go up twenty degrees. “Bare. Your c**k in my ass. Don’t tell me you haven’t fantasized about it.”

“I have. I just wasn’t aware that you had.” Their gazes stayed linked in a heated eye-fuck as he poured more oil in his hand and slicked up his cock.

He stood behind her, his body tensed, primed, eager, but even in his raw surge of need, he took a moment to string kisses down her spine. Her beautiful skin erupted in gooseflesh when he placed a kiss on the dimples above her ass.

Fletch didn’t ask if she was ready; he was too far gone. Although his hands were slippery, he managed to keep hold of her butt cheeks as he pulled them apart. He nudged the tiny entrance with his c**k twice, pushing the head in on the third pass. Once those strong muscles constricted around the head, he couldn’t hold back. He slammed into her to the root.

Tanna cried out.

That caught his attention. Before he could ask if she was all right, she said, “Don’t stop. God. I forgot how much I love that bite of pain.”

A possessive noise rumbled from his chest and he withdrew and impaled her again. And again. “Goddamn, I like this without a condom.”

After a dozen strokes, he picked up the pace. His hips pumping, her soft butt cheeks a cushion for his increasingly hard thrusts. Then he pulled his c**k out completely, the head pausing briefly at the tiny hole before ramming home.

Tanna pushed back into him, each thrust eliciting a “Yes.”

A crazy pressure began to build in his head as he watched his dick driving into her ass. Her anal passage was so hot and tight and a different sensation from plowing into her wet and welcoming cunt.

Sweat beaded on his chest. The back of his neck burned. The scent of coconut permeated the air. For a brief instant he imagined they were in the jungle as he f**ked her like an animal. Like a mad man. One hand fisted in her hair. One hand clamped to her hip, holding her body steady for his unyielding powerful thrusts.




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