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When his rough tongue lapped against her thighs, and his sweet, hot kisses traveled to her vagina, Sienna nearly came.

Sienna half-raised her body from the soft cushions of the sofa, her legs clamping against his face.

The sight of his dark head between her thighs, his hot breath scorching the skin of her inner thighs, was enough to send liquid from her. Embarrassed, she tried to close her legs.

“No, let me finish eating you,” he said, and opened his mouth wide. Using his entire tongue, he lapped at her core.

The words and incredible feel of his tongue against her pussy forced her cream to rush from her body. Sienna relaxed her legs and opened herself to his mouth, his lips, his demanding tongue.

With slow licks and soft bites, he ministered to her, swirling his tongue alongside the soft tissue of her inner core, ignoring her whimpers and cries. Sienna was dizzy with the onslaught of erotic sensations.

“Oh God…that feels so good,” she moaned.

“Do you want me to stop?” He murmured the words against her quivering pussy.

“No! Please don’t stop!” Sienna cried out when he blew a hot breath against her inner lips, her body slumping back against the cushions when he curled his tongue around her clit.

He used his talented fingers and kept her lips separated. He suckled on her and she bucked against him, accepting his oral loving, her hands clutching the corners of the seat cushions on either side of her, grabbing one and holding it against her mouth to muffle her cries of pleasure.

In sensual agony, she accepted the wicked glides of his tongue, teeth, and lips, in and around her pussy.

He carefully worked one, two, until he had four of his thick fingers embedded deep inside her drenched channel. He curled them inside her body, rotating them in smooth, circular movements, and Sienna screamed as she released.

Before lifting her in his arms, he withdrew his fingers and kissed her sensitive flesh. Her release was so prolonged, drained her so completely, that afterward she was too weak to do anything but lay back in his arms when he strode out of the room with her nestled in his arms.

She barely cataloged in her mind the journey down a long hallway toward a closed room. He kicked open the door to the bedroom, carried her inside, pulled back the thick comforter, and placed her on satin sheets.

Sienna watched in blissful contentment as he shucked his clothes and walked over to a bureau and opened the top drawer. Her heart raced when he withdrew several foil packets and tossed them on the side table near the bed.

She moaned when he crawled onto the bed, naked, shoved her legs up, and held on to her knees. His beautiful, hard body brushed against her sensitive skin.

The clarity of his intent shone brightly in his light-colored eyes.

Save the light from the hallway, and the illumination of the moon, the room was bathed in a sensual glow of semidarkness. Yet, Sienna could clearly make out the hard length of his thick, curved penis resting against the muscled planes of his softly furred stomach.

As he ripped one of the condoms open with his teeth, she swallowed the melon-ball size of lust and desire. Before he could roll the prophylactic on, she reached down and trailed her fingers over his tight erection. The contrast of hard cock and soft skin was as enticing as it was beautiful.

She caressed him, stem to root, and grasped the soft sac covering his testicles, the weight heavy and warm to her touch. She feathered her fingers up his length and smoothed her fingers over the bulbous, pre–cum-tipped head.

His gaze was hot, intent, focused on her as she played with him. With a small smile, she opened her mouth and licked her fingers, the taste of his cum both sweet and salty.

“No,” he bit out harshly. “If you keep that up, this won’t last long.”

“Turnabout is fair play,” Sienna murmured, her eyes trained on his beautiful cock.

She never gave a man head, never wanted that closeness when a woman willingly took a man’s shaft in her mouth, deep, and made love to it.

Yet, with this man, she longed for that closeness, even if it was temporary.

She closed her eyes and swallowed the excess of fluid in her mouth.

The thought of her going down on him, taking every glorious inch of him deep inside her mouth, of him bathing the back of her throat with his cum, was a tantalizing fantasy in her mind.

One she wanted to come true. She opened her eyes and smiled at him.

“Later, maybe. Now I want to feel that pretty pussy wrapped around my dick,” he replied in a coarse voice. He must have read the purpose in her eyes and she stifled a need to laugh.

All humor evaporated when he rolled the condom onto his shaft, shoved her legs farther apart, spread her wide, and pushed into her.

“Ummm…wait—wait,” she panted as he began to fill her.

He paused at her portal.

Sienna felt her walls clamp down, firm, against his invasion. She’d made love before—it wasn’t as if she were a virgin, and hadn’t been one for longer than she wanted to remember. He’d also sufficiently prepared her downstairs, but he was a lot bigger than his hand. And she didn’t know if she’d ever had a man the size of Mac inside her.

“We’ll take it slow.” His breathing was harsh, yet he stopped, pulling out a little, the round knob of his dick resting at her entry.

“God, you’re big.”

Mac gave a rough laugh and waited.

One thick finger came out to play with her clit. She felt the gush of liquid saturate his finger as he flicked and toyed with her.

He turned his head and brushed a kiss along the inner skin of her thigh. The simple caress was her undoing. She cried out and her legs relaxed, opening more to him.

“No, close them.”

He forced her legs closed, bunching them against each other. The action stimulated her clit. Her thighs brushed against the sides of her mound, forcing the lips of her vagina to rub against her inner folds, intensifying the pressure.

He leaned away from her and slowly pushed his length inside, filling every square inch of space within her clenching walls. Sienna cried out in protest. He was so thick and hard, she felt stuffed.

And he wasn’t all the way in, yet.

He pushed on, unwavering, until she felt as though the tip of his dick brushed against the back of her womb, he was embedded so deeply.

He slowly began to screw his hips and Sienna released a mangled groan of pain and pleasure. He captured her cry within his lips, shoving his tongue deep inside her mouth.

Slow, hot, drugging kisses mimicked the way he dragged his dick back and forth inside her. He’d positioned her legs tight together and forced her clit into direct contact with his groin. In the position he held her, the root of his cock ground against her clit until Sienna felt the tight, coiling sensation spiral in her womb, and welcomed the release she knew was forthcoming.

Each advance and retreat of his flexing hips drove his dick deeper inside her wet heat. With each downward stroke, she felt the fine, wiry hairs surrounding his groin rasp against her wet folds, her clit, intensifying the sensation.

Sienna mewled and whimpered against his mouth as the pressure built.

“Not yet, sweet girl, not yet.” Mac released her lips and breathed the words against the side of her mouth and stilled his movements.

Sienna was dragged back from the edge of release when he stopped moving.

“What—what you are doing?” she yelled at him, frustrated and ready to climb the pinnacle just out of reach.

Mac pulled out until the knob of his cock hovered at the lips of her pulsing vaginal lips. He inserted two fingers inside her drenched walls, scooping out her thick cream. Sienna’s breathing hitched, her heart beat loudly, and she waited.

She felt his hands spread her cheeks wide and circle his lubed fingers over the small, tight ring of her buttocks. Before she had time to react with more than a loud gasp, he’d slipped two thick fingers inside, and Sienna released a sharp hiss at the painful intrusion, the pressure hot, inside her ass.

He leaned down, his body draping hers, and covered her lips, giving her a soul-wrenching, deep, toe-curling kiss, stifling her cry within his mouth. He moved his other hand to cup her warm mound, one lone finger coming out to pluck at her engorged, pulsating clitoris. He slipped two thick fingers deep into her opening and her walls clamped down to capture them, her sphincter clenching, tightly gripping his fingers. Taking deep breaths, Sienna squirmed around the dual penetration.

“It’s okay, baby, just relax. I need you nice and creamy.” His voice was raspy.

In careful strokes, he manipulated her, his fingers dragging in and out, in hot glides and smooth caresses. Her juices saturated his fingers inside her pussy while easing the restriction inside her ass until the pain passed into pleasure, and she began to move, freely, bucking against him. The warmth invaded her limbs in a slow, insidious heat, snaking through her body, crawling up her limbs. Nearly incoherent with the pleasure, Sienna convulsed, giving in to the pleasure.

Moaning, crying out, she welcomed the fiery orgasm. As she came, he encouraged her, his voice low and husky. “Yes, just like that, Sin…. Now let go.”

Sienna needed no further coaxing. The orgasm raced through her, devastating and complete.

She’d just recovered, her body still quaking in the aftermath, when she felt the blunt end of his penis nudge her passion-swollen lips and slide deep inside her channel.

Grasping her hips, Mac rode her, jostling her body as he rotated his muscular hips, knifing into her cunt. With a shout, he threw his head back, the muscles in his neck straining, his arms shaking, and sweat pouring down his face.

“Yes! God, yes!” he shouted as he ground against her, digging his fingers into her hips. His straining arms bracketed her body, and his heaving chest touched the tips of her nipples as he drove into her, one last thrust before he came. Covering her lips with his, he swallowed her cries when an unexpected second orgasm hit her as well.

He pulled away from her, allowing his body to rest against hers, his heart beating a wild rhythm against her breasts.

He slowly moved away from his position on top of her and lay behind her, throwing one muscular leg over her hips, his softened penis nestled in her crease as he spooned her body close.

For long moments, they lay in that position, silent, his hard chest blanketing her back.

Once Sienna’s heart had calmed and her breathing became more normal, she laid her hands over his, crossed over her waist. She wanted to say something, anything, but couldn’t rouse any form of intelligent speech in the aftermath of his wild lovemaking.

The satisfaction and contentment she felt had rendered her body boneless, her mind mush. All she wanted to do was sleep.

“How many men have you gone home with, offered your body to, after you’ve danced for them, Sin?” His light hold on her waist tightened as he asked the question.

She was moments away from drifting off into a sated slumber; his words slammed her back to full awareness. Damn.