“Niall,” he said. He waited until she stared into his face.

“Do you trust me?”

Niall looked into his piercing gray eyes. Something seemed to pass between them, something beyond a mutual message of profound, distilled lust. She nodded quickly.

The shadow of a smile pulled at Vic’s thin, well-shaped lips.

“Good,” he murmured. “Now spread your thighs nice and wide.”

His nostrils flared like a feral animal’s when she complied and he saw firsthand just how flexible Niall was. He realized he’d never had her open her shapely thighs wide for him, so he’d never known until now just how good she was at doing it. His cock throbbed greedily at the sight of her naked, spread-eagled, and tied to his bed. He couldn’t wait to get between those silky thighs.

But first . . .

He knelt over her and filled his hands with her breasts. With her hands tied over her head and her back arched slightly, they were begging Vic to pay them their due. The fleshy, milky cones and the fat red nipples really did something to him, Vic thought, distantly amused at his sharp excitement. He shifted his hips, stroking his cock along the satiny skin of her belly while he played with her breasts to his heart’s content, molding them in his palms, bouncing them, pinching the nipples.

“Damn, these are the prettiest tits I’ve ever seen.”

His eyes leapt to her face when he heard her groan. Her cheeks were stained bright red. Her eyes shone with lust. Sweat glistened on her upper lip and forehead. She panted shallowly through parted, lush lips. He laughed shortly, thoroughly in approval of her obvious arousal, before he moved between her thighs.

He felt her eyes on him as he ran his hands down her thighs and palmed a slender calf. Her skin flowed like warm silk next to his lips when he bent and brushed them against the inside of one knee. He began to make his way up her thighs, taking his time, stroking her contours, kissing and nibbling at her honey-colored skin. He could smell her musk perfuming the air as he made his way closer to her pussy. The fact that she began to tremble and vibrate in his hands and make desperate, sexy little whimpers in her throat made him press a smile to her inner thigh.

He could easily become addicted to this woman.

He finally hovered above her pussy, shaking with desire at the anticipation of eating her again. His hands came up to cradle her restless hips, keeping her still for his attack. He flicked his tongue over her swollen labia quickly, gently. Even with such a darting caress he came away drenched with her cream.

When Vic’s brain registered that intoxicant, he lost it.

Niall felt like she was about to shatter into a million pieces. She couldn’t take the tension anymore. She couldn’t take being stretched on the rack of Vic’s singular brand of torture. She’d never been so focused on anything in her life as she was on Vic’s hands and mouth over the past several minutes. He’d taken away the possibility of fragmenting her attention from his sensual onslaught by tying her up. There was no way she could reciprocate . . . she could only take what he gave her.

Take . . . and anticipate what she would have to endure next. Take and receive.

Oh, God, did she receive. Her entire body had become an exquisite receptor of sensory stimuli.

Niall felt herself rise over the crest of orgasm as she watched Vic’s tongue flick ever so lightly against the sensitive folds of her outer sex. She tried to raise her hips to press herself against that elusive, teasing tongue, but he held her steady. A plea rose in her throat, but before she had a chance to release it, he abruptly plunged his stiffened tongue between her sensitive labia and licked everywhere, agitating her clit, lashing it, sucking the nerve-packed flesh without mercy.

She screamed as orgasm crashed violently into her. Her back arched off the bed. Her wrists pulled at her restraints, but she couldn’t escape Vic’s mouth. He continued to eat her, moving his jaws in a relentless rhythm, sucking her clit between his teeth, nipping, biting . . . abusing her delicate tissues.

And God, she loved it.

She writhed in an agony of pure ecstasy. The first climax that broke over her was almost too sharp to bear, but her tension level and his ruthless treatment of her hypersensitive tissues had her crashing in orgasm again almost before the spasms had waned from her previous climax.

After she’d quieted as much as she possibly could when Vic continued to slurp and suck at her, she whimpered for him to stop. She couldn’t take this anymore. Never in a million years would she have guessed that someone could make her feel so damn much.

Vic dimly heard her calling out to him. When he saw the desperation on Niall’s face, he forced himself to pull his tongue from between her luscious, swollen lips. He wouldn’t allow her to talk him out of plunging his tongue into her pussy several times, though, high and hard. He held her gaze while he did it. He loved how wide her eyes got as she watched his tongue fuck her almost as much as he did the flavor of her honeyed musk. She tasted so damn good that he wanted to keep it up, but his protesting cock wouldn’t let him.

He slapped her inner thigh lightly as he loomed over her.

“Spread your legs wide again,” he rasped. He grunted in appreciation when she opened her golden thighs so wide she was pretty damn near doing a split for him. Her pussy looked red and wet . . . like an invitation to his wildest fantasies. His eyes kept returning to the luscious sight while he rolled on another condom.

He knelt in front of her and lifted her up over his knees, holding her hips with one hand while the other arrowed his cock into that welcoming little tunnel. Their shouts entwined as pleasure jolted through both of them when he flexed his hips and plunged his length into her.




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