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Her gaze burned up into his, and she found herself tumbling unbidden and deep into his unusual amethyst gilded depths in an uncontrolled fall.

‘So hot,’ he groaned. ‘Your lips are heaven, sending me to rapture.’

She pumped her fist up and down his girth, tightening and releasing in a cadence that had him growling, his chest muscles distended with the effort required to stave off cumming too soon.

She palmed his balls and stroked them, which had him grunting. ‘Damn, woman, you make me buck wild.’

He hauled his head down to see her hands between her thighs, working her slit as she pleasured him.

She kept with the suckling as she fondled his balls.

She ran a finger up that gilded thick vein on his underside as he continued thrusting.

His fists were now at his side, clenching the sheets so hard they dragged up from the mattress.

When licked the underside of his mushroom head, he convulsed and, with a soft curse, pulled out of her mouth.

When her lips lost purchase, she gave a cry, her smoldering, desire-laden eyes snapping open.

‘Give and you shall receive,’ he grated.

With a growl, he knifed and sat up and reached for her waist.

Then he impossibly twisted her under him while at the same time sliding his face to her midsection.

The move was so smooth, she gasped.

She stared as he kissed her nape, then trailed his lips to her mound.

In seconds, her shorts and lacy briefs were flying through the air as his molten eyes locked with hers.

‘How many licks will it take to make your legs quake?’ he rasped.

‘You need an answer, or are you stalling?’ she challenged.

He cocked a brow at her challenge and growled. ‘Nada, let me dive in and see what it takes.’

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Wolf To The Moon

SAVVINE

He snarled, and with that, he dove into her waterfall.

She almost melted into a puddle as his tongue worked magic on her tight, hot clit, dipping lower every so often to take dips into her pussy.

She writhed above him and grabbed a pillow to scream into.

She tried to buck her hips, but he held her down, dominant, in control.

The sensation built up, the bliss drawing into a compact heat at the base of her spine. She raised the cushion off her face only to gasp, ‘I’m cumming Xander.’

That only served to spur him, and he leveled up, his fingers joining his tongue and lips.

In seconds, she blew, thrusting so hard she almost levitated off the bed.

She was still shuddering when he lifted off her mouth, and then with eyes shining, he prowled like a jungle cat to loom over her upper body.