She tightened her hand on his neck and pulled his head downwards. Bryant felt himself stepping over the edge, then he plummeted when her full breasts crushed beneath his chest. She threw a leg over his hip and arched against his rod. Soft curls tickled his flesh.

“Lady,” he rasped as her soft mouth melted beneath his.

He thrust his tongue against her lips. As before, she opened without hesitation. He swept inside. Her hand fell away from his cock, but she pressed her mound against the hard length. He groaned and thrust against her. She rocked, and his shaft slid through her curls. If he pulled back, he could thrust inside her in one easy move. She was surely wet and ready.

He pulled back, breathing hard. “I will not force you.”

“I am yours to do with as you please.”

“You offer yourself only because—“

She pulled him close, his ear against her lips again. “I beg you, do not leave until the sun rises.”

She emphasised the plea by rubbing her sex against him. He groaned at feel of her slick folds gliding down his thigh, but forced himself to pull away. She flattened a palm on her belly and his gaze followed the downward skim of her fingers until they brushed her curls then dipped into the glistening folds. Slowly, she opened her cunt lips, baring herself to him. She shifted and his breath caught when she cupped a full breast and brought the hardened nipple to her mouth. He watched, unable to move, as she suckled the tip.

The breast slipped from her mouth and he jarred from the trance. She cupped the back of his neck and brought his mouth down to the stiff, rosy peak. He greedily sucked it into his mouth, hungry for the taste of her, all of her. He was a fool to have thought he could walk away from this woman. She grasped his rod and rubbed the mushroom tip against her nub. Blood pounded in his ears. How long could he take this sweet torture before he gave in and possessed her?

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