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The intimacy is intense and too brief as he moves on, trailing kisses down my throat, sucking against my skin until he reaches the neckline of my nightgown. He tugs—there is a distinct tearing sound. The cool morning air sets goosebumps springing before his hot mouth closes over my nipple and sucks vigorously.

Explosions go off behind my eyes.

Cupping the back of my neck, he lowers me against the table, sucking and nipping my breasts with barely tempered aggression and low growls. My nipples throb. I spear my fingers into his hair and arch up for more.

“I need to thoroughly scent you,” he mumbles against my flesh, moving to the other side.

His attention is like a whirlwind ripping through me. I cannot process what is happening nor stem the needy whimpers and moans that escape my lips.

He slides a hand under each thigh and lifts them to bend me in two. Then he nips the inside of my knee before sucking sharp kisses all the way to my core and burying his face with a groan.

“Bleeeehhh!”

“Fucking goat,” he mutters against my pussy before flattening his tongue and taking a long, slow lick over the length of my slit.

My knees try to snap shut—he growls—they spring apart.

Then he feasts.

My heart is galloping in my chest. My pussy flutters and sparks under the passage of his lips and tongue.

He reaches up to cup my breasts and squeezes my nipples roughly just as his lips close over my clit.

He sucks.

I go off like a firecracker at an all-summer celebration.

He slams two fingers inside my pussy and sucks harder still.

My entire body feels like it is being battered in a carnal storm. I twitch and thrash as spasmodic pleasure sweeps through my pussy. I fear I’m about to expire from the overload as another climax, almost painful, rips a squeal from my lips.

He growls, rises, fists his cock, and begins to jack over my pussy.

I lie there panting, blinking, my pussy still sparking and throbbing as his pre-cum splatters against me.

“Please,” I groan.

“Quiet, woman, and take what I give you.”

My pussy clenches savagely at his stern voice.

He plants a hand over my belly to keep me still and uses his finger and thumb to spread my pussy lips open and, with a determined glint in his eyes, stares down at what he has exposed.

He grunts, and cum shoots all over my vulnerable pussy.

The scent hits me anew as more and more is jacked over me, dripping down onto the wooden table and floor, over my belly and upper thighs.

He finally slows his hand, chest heaving. Satisfaction blazes on his face when he drags his gaze from his work and pins me with a look.

“Bleeeeeeeeehhhhhhhh!”

He swings his head toward the door, expression thunderous. “I swear I will strangle that fucking goat.”

I giggle.

His head swings back to me, and his gaze snags on the mess he has just made. His fingers slide through it, making me jolt when he catches my sensitive clit.

“Good girl. Let me do this.” His fingers dip down and then press up inside me.