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A cry rips from my throat at the sublime assault, my knees weakening as his tongue laps at my areola. He groans deep and long before switching it attention to the other peak. “Oh fuck. Oh, mercy.”

In under a minute, my T-shirt is soaked in two specific areas, and my nipples are glaringly erect and obvious through the wet fabric.

He pulls back a fraction and groans at the sight. Then he surges forward again, tongue and teeth wrecking decadent magic on my flesh.

After an age, he settles back on his haunches, his eyes glazed with lust, then he drags the front of my shirt over my head.

It nestles tightly at my nape and the manipulated fabric frames my chest, pushing my tits together.

His eyes turn even wilder. “Christ, you’re magnificent.”

He grabs my waist in both hands and slobbers over my boobs until I feel his spit dripping down over my belly.

I should be disgusted by the animalistic devouring but I’m hopelessly, incredibly turned on by his lack of control. When my nipples starts to burn and liquid heat seeps from beneath my panties, he releases me with one squelching plop.

He keeps me pinned to the wall as his gaze rushes over me, to linger between my legs.

“Pull down your panties for me, gorgeous. Show me that dewy cunt.”

Again that out-of-body sensation invades. I see myself immobilized by his large hands, see my fingers tucking into my panties to slowly wriggle them off my hips. They pool at my feet and I kick them away.

Save for my tangled T-shirt, I’m naked, held captive by a hungry giant I met less than twenty minutes ago.

And I’ve never felt more turned on. More desperately sure that I want this. Wanthim.

He stares into my eyes for an age, then makes that haunted sound in his throat before he lowers his head, bringing it close to the top of my thighs.

Drops of his saliva have pooled in my navel and dripped lower into the trimmed strip of hair covering my mons.

He stares at me there with an intensity that makes my thighs shake.

Then he hooks one hand behind my knee and lifts it high and wide, parting me to his blatant gaze. “Oh fuck. You’re pretty every-damn-where, aren’t you?”

A whimper works free from my chest and my hands twitch at my sides.

He spreads his knees and hunches his body lower, lower, until his lips are an inch from my slit, his breath washing over my damp center.

“Need a taste of this honey. Fucking need it.” He sounds like he’s in agony, like he’ll die if he doesn’t have it. “Say yes, baby.”

The moment the “yes” shivers from my throat, he throws my captured leg over his shoulder and fuses his hot lips to my pussy.

I cry out as my knees weaken. Both hands grip my waist, keep me pinned against the wall as he laps at me with the same ravenous intensity he tongued my boobs.

He explores me with unfettered hunger, licking my labia before delving between the folds. The tip of his tongue explores my hole, wriggling and tasting in such blatant enjoyment that my eyes roll to the back of my head.

There’s something almost untamed about the way he eats me out, nothing like in the porn movies I’ve watched since that first one.

And as those uncivilized slurping and tasting noises fill the hallway, a concentrated kind of pleasure steals through my body.

It starts up from my knees and halfway down my spine, winding and twisting toward a center point. My breath shortens and the trembling intensifies.

My hands jerk forward to grip his hair, a part of me terrified this magic will be snatched away. He makes another growly sound in his throat.

Then his tongue finds my clit and my spine melts.

“Oh…oh God! I’m…”

“That’s it, gorgeous. Let it happen. Give Daddy your honey,” he says, lifting one hand to capture my breast. He plucks and torments my nipple and the twin sensations collide in my pelvis.

That word…Daddy…detonates something inside me.

I scream, the raw sound searing my throat. I grip his hair tighter and rock my face against his mouth, needing more, more,more.

His expert tongue continues wreaking havoc, drawing every last spasm of climax from my body.

The sound of our panting breaths fills the space as I descend from my awesome high.


Tags: B.J. Mann Romance