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Above her, Heath moaned as well. Beautiful& damn. I could come just from
watching you.
Oh God& I never&
He leaned over her body and blew a warm breath across her unpainted nipple.
You never came so hard in your life?
She nodded, still shivering, shaking. The pulsing of her clit matched the thundering
of her heart. No& God no.
Take a deep breath, Rihana. This is only the beginning.
She obeyed and a second later he did impale her not with the brush fortunately,
but with his fingers. Two thrust deep. She screamed his name and her back arched off
the bed.
That s it. Feel it, Ree. I m going to make you come every way I know how until
you can t move, can t think, until you don t have enough energy left in you to be tense.
Then, when you re too wrung out to cringe or grit your teeth and hold your breath,
when you re too exhausted to worry about feeling shame for your pleasure, I m going
to fuck you.
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Slither
Chapter Nine
Heath wasn t sure he could last until the paint on Rihana s skin dried enough to
touch. He d made the image thick and dark, infusing it with as much power as he could
without using permanent ink.
Running a brush along her curves had been difficult enough with a rock-hard
erection straining against his fly. Watching her come had nearly done him in. He
couldn t keep his hands off her any longer, so he gave in.
Casting the paintbrush aside, he d spread her thighs and pushed two fingers inside
her. His cock jumped at her sharp intake of breath. She was still coming, her smooth
inner walls contracting rhythmically around his fingers. He took advantage of that and
began thrusting in time and rubbing her clit simultaneously.
She bit her lip and hissed through her teeth as the next orgasm hit her on the heels
of the first. Her body shuddered, and she strained with the effort to ride the increasing
wave of sensation without breaking apart.
He smiled. God, he wanted to pull off his clothes and take her, but it was still too
soon. She still held her thighs rigid and the muscles of her flat belly were taut as
bowstrings. She needed more and he gave it.
At just the right moment, he increased pressure on her clitoris, massaging with his
thumb while he swirled one finger in her slick cunt. She bucked her hips, drawing in
rasping breaths. If he timed it right, he could give her half a dozen orgasms, one after
another until her nerve endings gave out and left her practically helpless.
Good& very good. He brushed at the tight black curls of her mound and watched
her shiver. Her hands fisted in his sheets and beneath the band of golden silk covering
her eyes her cheeks were damp with sweat. Tell me you want more.
Mmm& more& Ah! He entered her again, reaching carefully for her G-spot. Her
inner contractions renewed, harder at first, wringing a sob from her. Heath& please&
please&
You re not done yet, my goddess. Not even close.
Shivering with his own anticipation, he settled himself between her thighs. While
her body rocked in the throes of orgasm number three, he set off a fourth with his
tongue. A quick lick and suck of her clit, then he ran his tongue down her slit and
inside, a fast, illicit thrust as deep as he could go.
She shuddered and curled up, grabbing at his hair. She pulled and he smiled while
working a finger into her wet recesses. No more&
Come on, be honest. You ve never gone this far or this long before, have you? You
didn t know you could.
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Bernadette Gardner
She didn t respond with words. Images flashed in his mind of a musty barn, her
teenaged self pulling a sweatshirt over her breasts while a young man slipped faded
jeans up over his slim hips. Heath felt the moment as clearly as she remembered it the
smell of sweat and sex mixed with the aromas of fresh hay and wood, grain and horses.
Her legs trembled from the force of her young lover s anxious thrusts. She wanted to
toss her clothes aside and beg him to take her again because she needed more, but fear
of being caught made them dress quickly and race back home on their dirt bikes.
Next, a dark apartment filled his mind, candles cast a dim glow over a familiar bed.
A man rose above her, thick cock in his hand.
Heath slowed his movements. This was recent, he said, fighting a stab of
jealousy. Who is he?
No one important. Good& sex, bad relationship.
Hmm. He channeled some of that frustration into his next mission and drew her
clit into his mouth. She cried out and pushed her hips forward. He felt the tremors
inside her and he sucked harder. She dug her nails into his shoulders and swallowed a
moan.
Is this good sex? He worked his thumb against her sensitive flesh again, harder,
faster. Beneath her flawless skin, her muscles tensed. Sweat beaded on her upper lip
and her breath became ragged. Heath stared at her parted lips and focused on the
teasing glint of silver visible between her teeth. Her piercing clicked against her upper
incisors as she shuddered.Bringing her pleasure made him hard. His power over her in
this moment was the ultimate turn-on. He allowed himself a wicked smile and
increased the rhythm of his intimate massage.
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