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Her inner muscles flexed convulsively as the need throbbed through her. Her flesh was too sensitive, the need too intense, as hunger tore through her mind.
“I need you,” she panted, forcing her eyes open to stare down at him. “Please, Navarro, let me come. I need to come.”
That need was burning inside her. It flamed through her pussy, tightened her clit and clenched her womb as she strained to fall from the edge of the exquisite tension she seemed poised on.
He stared up at her, heavy, thick black lashes shadowing his midnight eyes as he let her watch. Watch his tongue as he licked at her clit with an edge of restrained rapacious hunger and a growl seemed to rumble in his chest.
Firm, latently powerful, his fingers moved inside the violently sensitive flesh of her vagina, working deeper, stretching her sensually as those wicked black eyes stared back up at her, watching as she cried out helplessly and finally felt her legs lose the strength needed to hold her on her feet.
Navarro caught her, one powerful arm wrapping around her hips as he lowered her slowly, so slowly, until she was straddling his bare thighs, the engorged, overly thick length of his cock pressed between them.
Helpless against the overwhelming hunger beating at her, Mica ground her pussy against the heavy shaft as Navarro gripped the back of her head, holding it still as his lips covered hers.
The taste of honey was an aphrodisiac to her dazed senses as she felt his hands grip her ass and he rose to his feet in a powerful surge of strength.
Her knees gripped his hips, her lips parting beneath his to accept the thrust of his tongue between them.
Need became a desperate hunger raging through her system as her skin felt flushed, heat surging through her as her juices wept from her pussy to coat the hardened shaft grinding against it.
Mica felt her back meet the bed, Navarro rising over her, his lips eating at hers as his tongue licked and stroked, spreading the heated almost taste of honey to her tongue.
And she wanted more than that almost taste. More than his cock grinding against her mound. More than just his kisses.
As his tongue thrust between her lips once again, Mica found her lips closing on it, sucking it inside as Navarro froze against her for her a heart-stopping second.
But it was there. That taste, so beguiling, mixed with the heat and surging adrenaline born of a hunger she could no longer control. As she sucked at his tongue, that taste seemed to spread through her system, still light, with a heated nuance that had her moaning into his kiss as he began moving once again.
His hips shifted, the hard shaft dragging across her sensitized clit as the engorged crest raked over the swollen, slick folds.
He tucked against the entrance as Mica shifted her knees and felt the blooming ache, a sense of wantonness that filled her veins as the sensation of heat began to build.
Navarro tensed further, a muttered groan dragged from his chest; she could have sworn she heard a growl, a desperate rejection of something as his body jerked against her.
Then her breath caught. That heat that had begun at the entrance seemed to fill her vagina, at first bringing almost a sense of numbness before it became so sensitive, the nerve endings so incredibly acute, that nothing mattered but easing the internal ache building out of control.
“Mica. I’m sorry.” The words whispered at her ear made no sense, but a second later, the feel of that heat suffusing her again, the feel of his cock flexing, thrusting into her, almost had her pausing.
She should be frightened of something. Wary. But there was too much pleasure, too much need. Her knees tightened at his hips, her hips shifting, pressing against him until the engorged head wedged inside the tender opening and sent pulses of exultant pleasure raging through her pussy.
The impression of heat surging through her, the flex of the wide head of his cock, the feel of the iron-hot flesh working inside her, rasping over the hypersensitive nerve endings, sent her senses spinning. Desperation was building inside her, incoherent pleas escaping her lips as she writhed beneath him.
“Mica.” Hard, rasping, the growl that left his throat was primal, hungry. “Hold on to me, Amaya.”
She was holding as tight as possible. Arching forward, she worked her pussy against the hard stalk of flesh beginning to penetrate her.
Then he was moving, his hips shifting, rotating, screwing the throbbing flesh deeper inside her as elation surged through her.
If pleasure could be violent, painful, then that’s what this was. Each sensation was so sharp, so incredibly vibrant she wondered if she could bear it.
Each thrust stretched her farther, his hardened flesh raking over the tender muscle as he worked his cock deeper. The impalement was agony and bliss. Each stroke, each thrust that lodged him farther inside her sent her senses spinning further out of control.
“Please, please.” She could barely breathe; there was no thought, no reality but the feel of him taking her now. “More, Navarro. Oh God, I need you.”
She couldn’t get enough. He wasn’t deep enough inside her. She wanted more of him. Harder. Hotter.
The next thrust speared to the center of her and dragged a breathless, agonized cry from her throat.
She could feel his cock throbbing, heat spilling into her, and a distant part of her realized, knew what was happening. The unthinkable.
