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With a power I didn’t know I held inside of me, I rip her top and watch as each button on her blouse flies through the air. When her lacy bra is exposed to me, I moan. Her globes area temptation, a tasty morsel that I need to put my tongue on. Bending forward, I take a swipe of her cleavage. She whimpers, amping up my never-ending lust for her. If she’s this responsive to me by a simple touch, I can’t wait to start exploring her luscious, toned body. Years of gymnastics hasn’t caused her to lose her curves, if anything, it’s enhanced them.

She's all woman.

Perfection.

Her hourglass figure is a thing of elegance. Her hips are perfectly proportioned for me to grip as I pound into her from behind. She may have more meat on her bones now that she’s not working out on a daily basis and competing, but she’s the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. She has an elegance and grace that exudes from her with every step or motion she makes. I am drawn to her like a moth is to the flame.

“Damn you’re so fucking gorgeous,” I tell her as I step back and draw her bra straps down her arms, trapping them to her sides.

Glancing up at her, looking for any sign of hesitation and finding none, I slide my hands behind her and unclasp the back. When it loosens and the material falls forward, I work hard on my impulse control and find enough strength not to rip every scrap of clothing from her body while ravishing her.

She deserves better than that no matter how much I want to devour her.

She deserves seduction and passion.

I want to take my time and memorize every square inch of her. Map every part of her captivating body with my mouth. North,south, east, and west, she is a compass and I’m nothing more than the man holding it, following her directions.

“I want to taste everything. I’m not sure where to begin,” I say, lowering her bra and blouse simultaneously, watching the fabric float to the ground to pool around her ankles. “Kick off your shoes, Berlynn.”

I become enchanted by the heavy lifting and falling of her chest as she maneuvers herself to do as I instructed.

This is how men lose their minds.

Beauty like this can make a man do things they never believed they would.

They’d burn villages to rescue a woman like the one standing before me.

They’re unable to resist the endless appetite they have for consuming their woman.

An overwhelming desire to mark the one they love for all eyes to see has destroyed some of the strongest rulers and smartest men known to mankind. I’m not ashamed to say I’m one of those men. I’d burn down the universe and take on the man of steel to spend even one more night with her in my arms.

Once she’s upright, I lift my palms and cup her breasts. Her nipples are stiff and raised, their color a beautiful dusting of brown. Bending forward, I suction her right bud into my mouth and clamp it between my tongue and the roof of my mouth, suckling her tit. Her hands reach up and grasp the hair on the nape of my neck in a tight hold.

“More,” she pleads.

Answering her request, without any words spoken, I press her glorious, succulent globes together, then begin a savage pattern of licking, nipping, dominating and worshiping them. Once they’ve been thoroughly ravished, I pull away and stare at them. They’re swollen, dark, and needy.

“We’re wearing too many clothes,” I inform her, my voice throaty.

“Then do something about it,” she says, in a tone that barks out a challenge to my ears.

Stepping back, I twirl her around and seductively reach my hands around her torso, making sure to brush the tips of my fingers against her exposed skin, and unbutton her pants. My fingers find purchase with her zipper and I slowly, yet methodically release the teeth as I slide it down. The sound of it releasing reverberates through the air, making the entire scene sound erotic.

Getting down on my knees, I lower them and grip her G-string panties between my teeth, and tell her, “Spread your legs wider, baby, and lean forward. Place your hands on the mattress, show me that pretty pussy.” Unable to resist the scrumptious temptation that’s in my line of sight, I lick her ass cheek, causing her to whimper. Once she’s in the position I requested of her, I glide her panties down her legs and tap each foot to have her lift them. “That’s my girl.” Propelling my head toward her midsection, I breath in her exotic ambrosia and lose my ever-loving mind. My senses become more alert, and the neanderthal that sleeps inside of me awakens. I lick her from slit to her clit, cleaning up the slick that’s coating her labia and inner thighs.

“Aris,” she groans out my name. “So good. Don’t stop.” She grinds her pussy into my face as I stick my tongue into heropening. Fuck, I’m going to drown in her nectar, and love every damn second of it.

CHAPTER

SEVENTEEN

BERLYNN

My heart is racingas Aris continues his voracious assault on me. My legs quiver as they fight to stay still. Subconsciously, I grind my pussy into his face as my body begs for his attention. I need him to touch me everywhere.

“Aris,” I pant, “please.”

Other than a groan, he doesn’t answer me. Instead, he pushes two of his digits inside of my cavern, finding that delectable spot inside of me that will ensure I rocket into outer space. He wiggles his fingers in a come hither motion, rubbing my G-spot with each movement and my eyes cross.

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