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Merrick grunted, subtly raising his hips.

Oh, he felt so warm. Even though her fingers couldn’t quite circle his girth, especially when she dragged them down to the root of him, it wasn’t his size she was thinking of, but that warmth and the silkiness of his skin. She’d never thought of herself as a tactile person, but he feltwonderful.

With the free rein he’d given her, Tamsyn took advantage and explored. She caressed him from root to tip, studying the smear of fluid on her fingertips. A lap of her tongue gave her the first taste of him; her nose wrinkled before she could stop it.

Oh.Ick.

A strangled, gut-deep laugh brought her attention away from the salty, musky flavor she hadn’t been prepared for to the man whose cock produced… some kind of lubricant? A deterrent to stop predators eating it? “Darlin’, don’t need to ask if you like how I taste. Scientists monitoring volcanoes just picked up the wave of disgust you emitted.”

Had she offended him? She supposed her reaction was pretty disrespectful to his lubricant. Worrying her lip between her teeth, she decided to make amends. Shaking her head in adon’t be ridiculousmanner, she bent her head and licked the head of his cock with the flat of her tongue, drowning her tastebuds in that less-than-appealing substance.

“Ho-lyfuck.” Merrick’s biceps popped as his thighs went rigid. “Okay, little owl. Exploring time is over. You ain’t ready for a mouthful of cum, and I’m about to give you one.” He reared up into a sitting position. “I feel like a goddamn teenager.”

Tamsyn slapped her hand on his chest, scowling at him. He didn’t budge when she gave him a gentle shove, so she deepened the severity of her glower.

“Okay, okay.” Laughing, he held his hands up before lying flat again.

Did he know he’d laughed more this afternoon than he had since she’d met him?

Evidently, he liked her tongue on him, right? So she should do that again—that was logical, wasn’t it? When something felt nice, or made him feel good enough to make his muscles strain, she needed to repeat it.

After all, he’d told her touch, play, explore.

Tamsyn imagined herself being worldly and wise in the ways of all things sexual. It was far from the truth, of course, but being able to envisage it gave her a little boost of confidence she sorely craved.

“Wait.” The quiet command in his voice stopped her hand an inch away from grasping his cock. His finger wagged up and down her body, gesturing to the shirt she wore. “Take it off, darlin’. And if you’ve got panties on under it, they can take a hike, too.”

She wasn’t wearing any, but he probably already knew that. He knew every damn thing about her routine, and at present, panties weren’t a part of it. After a brief battle with his shirt, she managed to escape the fabric and tossed it aside, aware her nipples were jutting in his direction.

“Mmmn.” His gaze darkened as it skimmed down her body, pausing at her breasts, then venturing down to land on the dark patch of curls decorating her mound. “We’re going to the club tonight, little owl. I’ve decided I want the taste of that pussy in my mouth all night. Turn around and straddle my chest.”

What?

“Right about here.” He patted the space between his pectorals and the base of his throat. “Don’t be shy, darlin’. Your pussy and I are gonna be well acquainted with each other before long.”

She clenched on emptiness, then dismissed the sensations his naughty voice evoked. How was she meant to straddle him without looking awkward and stupid, not to mention flashing her unmentionables in his face? That was a stupid question, she admonished herself sternly—hewantedher most private place to be on full display for him.

Still, the desire to please him was fierce. Shuffling on her knees, she ended up kneeling beside him, facing his feet. She just couldn’t bring herself to lift her leg and straddle him.

“Don’t keep a starving man waiting, darlin’.” Hands gripped her waist and hoisted her effortlessly onto his chest. Her hips complained as her legs parted wide to accommodate the width of his torso, then Merrick dragged her back to where he wanted her.

Color flooded her face.

Her calves were on either side of his head, her thighs spread wide enough she could feel air against the wetness between her legs. His hands were on her bottom now, massaging her cheeks, pulling them apart so not only was her pussy on display, the tiny back hole meant to be hidden from view was visible too.

“Fuck. Me. Sideways.” Merrick growled like a wild animal, his breath washing over her pussy and releasing a fresh rush of arousal. “Don’t care if you touch my cock or not, Tamsyn, but I’m gonna feast on this pussy like it’s my last goddamn meal. Utter fucking perfection.”

A strangled moan was her only response as his tongue swiped up from her clitoris to her asshole. Her hips hunched, but his hands stopped her from stealing his prize away.

The scrape of his beard against the soft, sensitive flesh contrasted with how gently he licked her, his tongue leisurely tracing every nook and cranny of her sex until her muscles turned to water. With a whimper, she slid forward onto his chest, her butt in the air and her cheek on his lower stomach.

“That’s it, little owl. Relax.”

She felt her pussy clench as his thumbs pried open her lips, exposing her entrance. A quiver ran through her, shooting up her spine to embrace her scalp when he blew a stream of warm air directly at the unprotected flesh within and ignited a furious need.

“Never seen such a beautiful cunt, Tamsyn. Pretty plump labia, all pink and soft.” Merrick licked into her, his tongue breaching the rim and delving deep with a groan. “So small, so tight. Wet and juicy like a peach, but the taste…” Another groan, more animalistic this time. “Fuck, you’re addictive. I want to drink you dry, little owl. Make you come again and again until I’m drowning in this fucking essence.”

Gasping soundlessly, she clutched at the sheets with her injured hand, anchoring herself as his mouth covered her, his tongue fluttering and dipping inside her. There were so many sensations coursing through her, it was easy to ride them where thoughts didn’t matter.