"Pleasure yourself," he ordered roughly. "I want you wild, Megan. Go wild for me, baby. "

Her fingers speared the swollen tissue of her pussy as her back arched from the bed. It was incredible. His mouth at her breast, suckling the dark point to painful awareness as her own fingers sank into her sensitized vagina.

She shook, trembled as powerful jolts of sensation sizzled through her. Her palm pressed against her clit, increasing the pressure, the pleasure, until the sizzling currents turned into a fireball, sweeping over her, leaving her gasping.

"So pretty. " He growled, giving her nipple a parting lick before kissing his way down her stomach as he lifted her fingers from the swollen flesh she had caressed.

A whimpering moan left her lips as he brought her fingers to his mouth, licking the slick juice from them before laying her hand at her side and moving lower.

Megan could only watch as he spread her thighs and moved between them. His head dipped low, his tongue swiping through the drenched slit. He raked it tenderly over the painfully sensitive nubbin of her clit. Her hips jerked as a startled gasp left her lips and the fires began to build again. She couldn't get enough of him; even in the heat of danger her body craved his, creamed for him, and never let her forget where pleasure could be found.

"Shhh" The soft, crooning quality of his voice made her realize that the gasping, mewling cries echoing around her were her own.

Despite the release, she was only burning hotter now. Wilder. She could

feel the arousal, the heady lust pouring through her, demanding ease.

"I can't wait. " Her hands gripped his hair, desperate to end the teasing licks and soft touches he was bestowing on her. She wanted it hard. fast. She wanted him now.

"You will wait anyway. " His hands gripped her thighs as he settled himself more securely between her legs. "Just a little bit longer, baby, and you can have what we both need. "

His tongue slid through the swollen, needy flesh teasingly.

"Teasing me to death isn't going to get you what you want. " But her hands wrapped in his hair anyway as pleasure washed over her, through her. Each touch was better than the one before it. Each took her higher.

"You taste as sweet as spring, as hot as summer. " He growled as she felt his fingers stroking the entrance to her vagina, teasing, tempting.

She arched into the touch, desperate for more. When his finger slid inside at the moment his lips covered her clit, she was certain she would find release. She poised on the edge of it, straining closer.

"Damn you, Braden," she cried furiously as his finger slid free, dipped in again, dragged out, pulling the wet heat of her juices free as he did so.

She could feel the damp warmth easing along her flesh as it flowed lower, encouraged by his diabolical fingers, to heat the sensitive flesh between her rear cheeks.

She shuddered, unwilling to give credence to the pleasure that subtle caress brought her. Blood thundered through her veins as his fingers followed, stroking, pressing.

"Braden. " Her hands tightened in his hair as fear lent a new dimension to the pleasure rushing through her.

He stilled, but his finger didn't move.

"Mine. " He snarled again. "Before we finish, Megan, you will make that promise to me. "

That she would obey? Let him call the shots? She didn't think so.

She shook her head desperately, pulling at his hair, needing him, needing the touch that would send her over the edge. His fingers pressing into her pussy, fucking her hard and strong as his mouth and tongue worked magic at her clit. That was what she needed. What she wanted.

His finger returned to the pulsing depths of her vagina as her hips came

off the bed, beseeching, begging for his mouth. He licked, stroked, sucked. His fingers thrust gently, shallowly inside her as her senses began to burn out of control. She couldn't stand it.

"Damn you. Stop teasing me. " She pulled at his hair.

"Promise me. "

She tried to scream, but what came out sounded more like a plea than a curse.

His finger moved lower once again, caressing the small, hidden entrance with delicate strokes. "Come on, baby. Promise to follow my lead. We are partners, remember? I lead, you follow. "

That was a partnership? She didn't think so!

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