Danielle groaned, “Not that, please.” She wasn’t comfortable being recorded.
“I don’t tape anything. I just want you to see what he’s doing.”
Quickly distracted by the sensation from Collin’s mouth, she turned away, shy.
“Danielle, look at me,” commanded Dane.
Still biting her lip, she turned to Dane.
“That’s my girl.” Dane patted her head with his free hand. “You want to see how Collin makes you feel so good?”
He didn’t wait for her answer. He angled the screen so she could see the image that would forever burn in her mind. Her sex splayed to the max. Her lips engorged and red. Collin’s gorgeous face, eyes half closed, licking the most intimate part of her body like a cat licking his cream. Watching him turned her on even more. Collin was really into her, into pleasing her. That kind of reaction couldn’t be faked. He loved every part of her, her curves she had come to hate after Brian balked on her.
“See him?” Dane prompted. “He loves eating your pussy. Do you like it, kitten? Do you like it having your pussy eaten?”
What kind of question was that? She thought she couldn’t be more embarrassed, but she was. Heat practically burned her face.
“Answer me, Danielle,” Dane pressed. His tone was rather cruel. “Do you like it?”
“Yes.” She gasped and jerked amidst the sexual pleasure Collin administered.
“What do you like the most?” Dane seemed to get a kick out of it.
Bastard.
“I-I like all of it.”
“But you must have your favorite. Which was it? When he tongue-fucked you? Or lick your labia? Or suck your clit…”
What is it? An interview? “I-I…” Danielle couldn’t answer him right away. Her brain was scrambled from the intense pleasure. “That one. That one.”
Collin sucked her clitoris while playing the nub with his tongue. She whimpered. Another orgasm came unbidden and raked her entire body. Collin continued licking her pussy, drying her from her juices. She unconsciously wanted to close her thighs but Collin didn’t allow it.
Collin pulled his head up from her pussy, “Say, kitten, have you ever squirted before?”
Again with the question.
“Squirt means you climaxed so hard you ejaculated,” he added, since she didn’t answer.
“I know what it means.”
“And?” asked Dane. The camera now faced at her face.
Freaking embarrassing. “No,” she admitted. Not every woman can do that, she thought, and then realized she had murmured it quietly.
But Collin had sharp hearing. “Maybe you just hadn’t met the right person who knows the technique.” His smile was flat-out predatory.
“Why don’t you show her, Collin?” Dane edged, almost challenging in tone.
“I’d love to.” Collin gave Danielle’s pussy a playful spank. He inserted two fingers into her pussy, curved them upward and stroked her with the deftness only a sex connoisseur could master.
“Collin!” Danielle panted immediately.
He had no problem finding her G-Spot, as if he knew her body better than herself. He rubbed and teased that special place with such fast, precise strokes that rolling pleasure washed in tenfold.
Danielle heaved, trying to stave off the frightening wave of ecstasy that somehow she wasn’t ready to face. All nerves endings in her system sparked and short-circuited. She tried to scoot away from Collin. Dane wouldn’t let her. Collin certainly didn’t. He topped off his game by lowering his head and licking her clit.
Intense pleasure hit her like a hurricane. She threw her head back at the height of the rapture. She climaxed so hard, she thought she was dying. It felt as if her soul had left her body momentarily. There was ringing in her ears. The world blackened. Her heart felt as if it had jumped out of her chest.