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And pulled, ripping the material completely free and exposing all of me.

The next few seconds were a wondrous blur when he lifted and bent my legs, pressing them against the bed and did the unimaginable.

He buried his face into my scorched wetness.

CHAPTER 11

Cole

Sweet cherries in the spring.

That’s exactly what Clementine tasted like, her pussy so wet and so fragrant her scent lingered in my nostrils. I’d gathered the first hint of her desire at the bar when we’d been discussing music. The topic was the only thing I could remember, although I’d blindly answered her questions.

If you asked me to remember what I’d told her, I’d laugh. Maybe the answers had been truthful. Maybe not. That’s because I’d been forced to rein in my wolf. He’d reared his ugly head for the first time in so long, I couldn’t remember the last time.

Not every encounter with a woman no matter how sexy or beautiful caused him to react. Maybe he was just picky in determining when he’d awaken from his slumber. Maybe he’d been bored to death with hooking up. And this could be called exactly that, although I’d found myself genuinely enjoying her company.

Even if I’d become a horny son of a bitch.

However, the evening certainly hadn’t gone as I’d intended. Of course, I’d wanted to take her out. At first because she’d been the only woman to act completely unfazed by my limited celebrity. Then something had happened. Maybe an awakening when I hadn’t realized what had been going on.

Now that I had her in my hold, or perhaps I should say in my possession, I couldn’t seem to get enough.

“Oh, my God. Oh. My. God.” Her soft voice was more rattled than before, her tight breath sounds an indication I’d startled her. As I’d told her before, I did so enjoy unnerving her and planned on doing more. “This is insane.”

I took a long swipe from top to bottom, savoring the tang on my tongue. “Bad insane or good insane?”

“Wildly good,” she breathed, “incredibly amazing insanity.” As she tossed her head back and forth, I was close to being finished with tender actions. That’s how crazy she made me. We’d already broken a lamp. What else could we smash in our wild foray into sin?

I drove two then three fingers inside while taking her clit into my mouth. As I’d done with her nipples, I taunted her tender tissue, soft at first followed by becoming as rough as humanly possible.

Should I feel guilty for destroying her sexy thong? Maybe. Did I? Hell, no. She looked better with it off. I buried my mouth and nose into her wetness, slowing my actions as I rubbed my tongue across her pussy lips. She was so wet, she was soaking the bedding. Not that I minded.

With a heavy sigh, Clementine arched her back, fisting the comforter as I swiped the tip of my tongue around her clit. Her skin shimmered in the moonlight, making me feel as if this was a mirage. But as her juice trickled down my throat, I knew better. Plus, I was becoming insatiable.

The feel of her skin, the way she’d kissed me back with ferocity had set me on fire. I’d been at the point of losing all control.

While I held her legs, even digging my fingers into her skin, she wasn’t content with remaining still or even in a position. She bucked against my hold, her rapid breathing increasing. The feel of having her in my arms was incredible. Clementine was a complicated woman, acting as if she was tough ninety-nine percent of the time, but I’d seen the nervousness in her eyes.

Did she honestly think she wasn’t absolutely perfect? Everything about her from her rounded hips and full breasts to the way she moved her long legs was enticing.

Any man would be lucky enough to have her in his arms. Hey, for now I was that man. Maybe I should call myself a lucky dog.

I drove my tongue into her pussy, longing to drown in her scent. She bucked and continued to try to roll, even managing to lift her hips, almost tossing me off.

When I took the time to press her hips down, even crawling on further so I could better control her, she offered a surprise. She jerker up while managing to wrap her legs around my waist. And in a solid wrestling maneuver, she flipped me over until she was straddling my body. Now we were close to the edge. Whether or not she noticed, she certainly didn’t seem to mind.

With a sly smile that could capture any man’s heart, she rubbed her slickened pussy up and down my already aching cock. I was at the point of ceasing all mental control and just taking her.

Every movement she made could drive a man wild. She knew exactly what she was doing, including when tossing her hair in my face. Did she honestly think she was going to unnerve me? Well, maybe.

She was certainly doing a fine job keeping me hot and horny. Her fingers kneaded my chest while she humped me without having the benefit of her sweet pussy muscles clamping around my dick.

That had to be fixed and soon. But first things first. I needed to wet my whistle and satisfy my salivary glands. While the friction wasn’t bad, my mind was ready to be blown and my nerves were fraying. She knew exactly how to keep a man on a short leash, which was something I wasn’t used to at all.

When I’d had enough, I drug my fingers into her hips, yanking her several inches into the air and settling her smack on my face.

Perfect.