Hot Shots by Anne Marsh

Author:Anne Marsh
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corp.
Published: 2013-12-15T16:00:00+00:00

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He dropped to his knees before her. Maysen drove her fingers into his hair, guided his mouth to her breast. Clay latched on to her nipple and suckled. Every pull of his lips made her pussy clench with the need to be filled. She tightened her hold on his head. “More.”

He continued worshipping her nipples while he clasped her ass with one hand, sliding the other between her thighs. Maysen gasped at his touch.

“You’re so wet,” he growled against her breast. Fingers slid over her labia, gathering her cream to spread over her clit. “I have to taste you. Lie down.”

Maysen stretched out on the rug, her legs spread. She expected Clay to immediately start licking her pussy. He surprised her by moving between her legs instead. Still on his knees, he cupped her breasts and kneaded them. He’d stop long enough to tweak her nipples between his fingers before kneading her breasts again. Maysen’s eyes drifted closed in complete bliss. She felt his lips brush each nipple, then the valley between her breasts. He kissed his way down the center of her stomach. The tip of his tongue dipped into her navel.

A jolt to her clit caused Maysen to jerk. She’d never realized her navel could be so sensitive.

“Your skin is so soft.” Clay continued down her body. He dropped kisses all over the nest of curls on her mound, nuzzled her with his nose. “I love the way you smell.” One swipe of his tongue across her clit and Maysen quivered. “I love the way you taste.”

Maysen grabbed his head and tried to push him closer to her. He pulled back, removed her hands, and pushed her arms up to lie beside her head.

“Leave your arms there. Don’t move them.”

Maysen had never been into demanding men, but a thrill coursed down her spine at the command in Clay’s voice. She nodded, silently letting him know she would obey him.

Lowering his head, Clay circled her clit with his tongue, glided it over her feminine lips. Over, around, back and forth . . . he covered every part of the moist, velvety flesh between her legs. Unable to lie still with ecstasy so close, she began to shift her hips in rhythm with his stroking tongue. “That feels so good, Clay.”

“That’s what I want—to make you feel good.” He parted her folds with his thumbs and delved between them. “Mmmm.”

The gentle vibration of his moan made Maysen purr. She curled her hands into fists, fighting the urge to clasp his head instead of leaving her arms in place as he’d told her to do. She could easily disobey him. That thought lasted only a moment. The anticipation of what he would do next outweighed her desire to disobey.

His tongue glided up and down her slit several more times before darting around her anus. He pushed her legs farther apart, slipped his hands beneath her ass, and lifted it higher. Maysen closed her eyes, concentrated on the feel of Clay’s wet tongue, the scrape of his teeth, the suction of his lips.

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