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Author: Jaci Burton
But when his tongue snaked out and licked along her vulva, sweeping upward across her clit, she knew it was going to be torture to stay still, because she wanted to come up off the mattress. Sensation rocketed through her, every nerve ending coming to life. His tongue was like hot velvet along her sensitive flesh, making her arch her hips to get more.
Then he pressed his lips against her, covering her clit, using his mouth and his tongue to drive her to the brink. When he added his fingers, sliding two into her pussy, she knew all was lost. She tried to be gentle, she really did, but by now she didn’t care whether she hurt her shoulder or not. She was beyond feeling pain anyway. Pure pleasure had taken over.
Mac was the devil and he was taking her on the ride of her life, straight through the sweetest fires of hell, twisting his fingers inside her, swirling his tongue over her and sucking on her clit.
She fisted the sheets, lifted her ass and sailed over the edge into orgasm, letting out a hoarse cry as hot fluid spilled from within her. She shuddered and rocked against his face, while he continued to torture her all the way through the aftershocks until she gasped for breath.
Then he crawled up, fitting his cock against her pussy and thrust inside her at the same time he took her mouth. Salt and the sweet taste of Mac mingled on his tongue as he drove his cock in deep, but with gentle strokes. She wrapped her legs around him and welcomed his heat and thickness, this joining that meant as much to her heart as it did to her body. With her good arm, she touched him—his face, his shoulders, entwining her fingers with his as he lifted her arm above her head and tightened his hold on her hand, moving against her with increasing rhythm.
She opened her eyes, lost in the depths of the whiskey brown ones looking back at her. Love was reflected there, something she never thought she’d see. It intensified every sensation, every stroke of his cock inside her. She belonged to him, and he to her, and they would always care for each other.
There would never be another man who was so much a part of her like Mac. No other man understood her like Mac did.
He tucked his hand underneath her, lifting her buttocks, tightening their connection.
“Come again for me, Lily. Squeeze my cock. ”
Again and again he dragged his cock almost all the way out, only to slide inside her again. Each time he pushed inside her she felt the hot tingles as he rubbed her g-spot. There wasn’t a part of her body he didn’t know, hadn’t explored, didn’t own.
She was his, and proved it to him by exploding around him, weeping for him, inside and out. He kissed her, murmuring her name as he came.
It had never been more perfect.
Afterward, he rolled off and let her lie on her back while he stroked her hair.
“Thank you,” he said.
“For what?”
“For trusting me. For understanding me. Sometimes I think you know me better than I know myself. ”
She smiled, half turning to face him. “I don’t know about that. I’m learning about you. We’re learning about each other. It’s a long process. ”
“We’ll both make mistakes. ”
“No doubt. ”
“I’ll probably make you mad or hurt you a hundred times. ”
She loved this side of him. “Probably. And I’ll frustrate you, and infuriate you with my stubborn nature. ”
“So this is love. ”
“Yes, Mac. This is love. ”
He leaned over and kissed her, and her toes curled.
“Welcome to the Wild Riders, Lily. ”
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