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His cock strained and promised to burst at the seams if he wasn’t surrounded by her heat soon. But this wasn’t about him. This was about her.

And he was willing to satisfy her any way she pleased, even if it killed him.

He took her nipple into his mouth, licking it, scraping his teeth against it, sucking it in. She guided him to the other nipple, and he repeated his ministrations.

“Lower,” she whispered and punctuated her words with a tug on his hair.

Ford grinned against her breast and moved lower, kissing his way down the center of her body.

He kissed her lower abdomen, his lips moving downward, trailing along her stomach. He dipped his tongue inside her belly button and her hips shot off the bed. He gripped her thighs to hold her in place, then kissed just over the hairline hiding her female delights.

He raised his head as she looked down at him. Their gazes locked for a long, heated moment.

Tell me, he dared with his eyes.

She licked her lips in anticipation of what would come next, then said, “Lower.”

Ford’s grin was predatory. He could smell her desire, could feel her quiver beneath him, and he wanted nothing more but to taste her. Instead, he pushed her knees apart and kissed the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.

“Ford, please,” she begged, her fingers tugging at his hair, guiding him toward the place he wanted to taste the most, and finally, he couldn’t deny them both the pleasure any longer.

With gentle fingers, he traced the seam of her feminine lips before pressing his mouth to it.

Grace’s breath hitched as his lips closed around her quim. He kissed her there, sweet and tender at first, then his tongue emerged, darting out to taste the evidence of her desire.

Her taste was intoxicating, turning him into a wild beast who wanted more.

His tongue danced across her folds, licking and sucking on her center. Ford draped her legs over his shoulders, his hands on her hips as he pushed his face closer, licking his way into her molten center. He drank her like she was a spring at the end of the desert, devouring her with his lips and tongue. Instead of quenching his thirst, his desire for her intensified instead.

Grace’s cries of pleasure urged him on as well. Her scent, her taste, her sounds were exhilarating.

His hands moved up her body, caressing her waist, then achieving his goal and squeezing her breasts.

“More,” she demanded, and he had no choice but to comply. He raised his head and licked his mouth, gathering her sweet nectar with his tongue. Her head was thrown back, her hair spilling all over the pillow. Then his gaze traced down her body—her breasts resting comfortably in his hands where they belonged, and lower still, to the treasure before his eyes.

He dipped his head and swirled his tongue around the swollen nub, forcing her to shoot up under him.

She cried out, her hands digging into his shoulders, her hips bucking against his mouth.

He smiled, his lust for her growing with each sound of pleasure she made.

Her juices were now running down his face, her scent filling the room, making Ford harden even more. He swirled his tongue again, caressing her lightly, then pressing harder against the places that made her scream.

She was delectable, and he never wanted to stop.

And he didn’t. Not even when she shuddered in his arms, her quim pulsing around his tongue. He continued to lick and suck on her center, drawing more and more cries from her, not letting up even after the pulsing stopped, only for her to start convulsing in pleasure once more.

Again and again, he drew orgasm after orgasm from her until she begged him to stop.

He rose over her and wiped his mouth and chin with his hand and then licked his fingers. “I will never get tired of your taste,” he rasped.

She reached out slowly to caress his cheek. Sweat was running down the sides of her face, her cheeks were red, her eyes bleary, her mouth swollen and utterly kissable.

He acted on his impulse and kissed her lips. Gently at first, then his kiss grew more demanding. He couldn’t regulate his need for her. His body was coiled tight, his cock hard and throbbing.

Grace broke the kiss and pushed at his chest until he fell onto his back. She climbed over him, straddling his hip. “Your turn.”

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