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breath at the sight of him totally naked, his magnificent cock jutting out thick and straight and proud. The broad head was flared and dark, a tiny bead of fluid sitting right on the slit.
    She couldn’t help herself. She dropped to her knees in front of him, wrapped her fingers around his shaft and licked the fluid.
    Max sucked in a breath and his muscles tightened, so she did it again, this time probing the slit with the tip of her tongue. He threaded his fingers through her hair and held her head in place, rocking his hips slightly against her mouth. Almost automatically one hand stole between his thighs to cup his sac, feeling the soft hair covering the skin and the fullness of his balls inside.
    When he yanked her head away, she looked up, startled. Hurt. “Did I do something wrong?”
    “No, pretty kitty.” He lifted her with his hands beneath her elbows. “You were doing something very, very right. But when I come with you the first time, it won’t be in your mouth. It will be in your ass. After that…” He smiled. “We’ll have time for everything.”
    Urging her backwards, he tumbled her onto the bed, arranging her so her head was on the pillows and her legs were spread wide. His eyes were drawn to the glistening folds of her pussy and the soft curls framing it. Holy shit. He could spend all night just looking at that vision. Except his cock was sending him other signals. Like hurry up and get to business.
    Only he didn’t want to rush too much. He’d spent a long time wanting this, thinking about this, wondering if he’d ever have the opportunity. Now he wanted to take his time and savour it. Not to mention the fact that he was making it his goal to drive Aisha wild and give her the orgasm she’d been seeking for so long.
    Kneeling between her thighs, he bent over her and took one plump nipple into his mouth, rolling it around on his tongue. He nipped it lightly with his teeth, resisting the urge to clamp down on it and bite it firmly. A little at a time, he cautioned himself. When he’d teased it until it was hot and swollen he moved to the other one, laving it and nibbling at it until Aisha was making delicious little sounds.
    Moving down the sweep of her body, he licked a path to her navel, tracing the furled flesh with his tongue again and again. She twisted back and forth beneath him, arching up to him as if offering herself, urging him to hurry, hurry, hurry.
    At last his mouth found the wet heat of her cunt, his tongue lapping the length of her slit over and over, deliberately missing the opening of that slick pussy as well as the bundle of nerves that was her pink clit.
    “Please,” she whimpered. “Please, Max.”
    “Please what?” he asked, his mouth against her labia.
    “Please…suck me harder.” Her breathing was uneven, her voice raw with need.
    “My pleasure.”
    The moment he took her clit into his mouth she bucked up at him, her hands gripping his head, her legs winding around his neck to hold him in place. She was so wet her cream was dripping onto his chin.
    Yes! This is what I wanted.
    He tormented her clit with his tongue and his teeth, pulling and tugging and sucking, feeling it swell even more. Aisha was moaning and twisting, digging her fingers into his scalp.
    Sliding one hand down, he thrust two fingers inside her, curving them to scrape her hot spot, pushing up against her clit from inside her pussy. His fingers moved in tandem with his mouth. Rub, rub, rub .
    The explosion came so suddenly it caught him off guard. Her legs tightened convulsively around his neck, a scream of ecstasy rolled from her throat and the walls of her cunt spasmed against his fingers. He pushed a third one inside her, working her, stretching her, feeling her hot cream drench his hand as she came and came and came.
    When the contractions faded, he slipped his fingers free and moved them lower, painting her anus with her liquid.
    “Later,” he murmured against her skin. “I’m going to take