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SADIE

“Yes, yes…right there! Yes!”

Blue fire flickers off the shoulders and wild hair of the man eating me out like I’m the last fruit pie in the world.

Aubry wastes no damn time getting right to my clit.

He teases me at first, his tongue testing every possible position from a soft lap to a pointed tip flicking across the whole nerve.

That last one nearly sends me leaping onto his face. I make it an inch off of the couch when palms that were propping up my thighs clamp down. He catches and holds me right next to his mouth. There’s no escape.

Fuck, who wants to escape? I’d rather die here.

He kneads his thumbs down my thighs, working my legs wider apart. I bite my lip, my hands flailing. I want to grab his hair, to pull him back and forth for guidance. But he doesn’t need any.

I can’t tell if it’s been five minutes or five hours.

All I know are the flickering flames, the swipe of his wet hair between my thighs, and his hot tongue licking every inch of my throbbing pussy.

The world could have exploded into a zombie apocalypse, and I wouldn’t know or care.

My bare ass hovers above the cushion, the wet dress hiked up to give him all access. And he takes every advantage.

Aubry’s teasing me, lapping up and over my clit before hovering right back and sucking.

I whimper pathetically every time he slows, then beg for mercy when he speeds up.

My pussy clenches, remembering the cock that was just inside of it.

Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to have both his cock and mouth at the same time.

Just as I let that thought flit through my imagination, Aubry thrusts two of his fingers inside of me. Testing like before, he starts shallow, then moves deep.

“Ye-ah!” I cry out when he melds inside and out into perfect harmony.

His lips spread across my vulva with a devious grin. In that second, I whimper at his loss. Digging my heels into his back, I try to climb my way toward his tongue.

Three thick fingers thrust into me, and he sucks my clit. I wait for him to release like before, but he’s not backing down.

Fuck.

Fuck me.

I can’t… I’m gonna die here. Spread out on the face of the world’s most perfect man.

Yes. Yes!

“Yes! Please. Oh, my—” My body boils, the fever of the orgasm erupting out of the pot and washing over me. “Wahoo!” I scream.

The coyotes howl back with me.

Aubry peers out from between my legs. I can see he’s looking around, but have no idea why. Instead of a quick kick of pleasure, I keep getting pitched back into the ocean by the rolling waves. “Holy…” I moan, wanting to praise him, but my body’s melted.

Boneless, I tumble toward the cement.

“What is—?” He locks his arms around me, keeping me from the threat of concrete on sensitive bits. “Why don’t we take this inside?”

“Hmm? It’s not over?” My face is buzzing from all my panting, and I can barely feel my toes. Surely he’s numb after crouching for so long.

“I told you.” Aubry hefts me up like a bride, and carries me toward the back door. “All night.”

“Holy shit… Yes!”

We stumble through the dining room with a table that looks like it’s never been used. All the chairs are pushed tight against the wood. Aubry stares at it a moment, and I stretch up to kiss him. The taste of me is all over his mouth. Tiny shivers ping down my spine at the thought of more to come.

“Here?” I ask, ready to shove a chair or two aside and fuck him on the banquet table meant for a fancy dinner party. The idea of lords and ladies watching as he rams the tureens of sauces with my bare ass makes me blush and also burn.

Just shove that vase aside and let’s get at it.

Aubry tips, his arms getting heavy with me, before he stands tall. “No. I’ve got a better idea.”

“Is it the bedroom?” I plead, curious what kind of bed this man has. Four posts to tie me by my arms and wrists for his sacrifice? A leather headboard with rings to attach all kinds of straps to? Maybe it levitates so it’ll feel like he’s fucking on the moon.

“Are you so eager to fall asleep?” he asks, a soft chuckle lifting his words.

“What do you think?” I ask and run my teeth up the bottom of his jaw.

As I reach his chin and bite, he groans.

My body twists in his arms. I can’t tell if I’m doing it or him.

All I know is I go from his hands cupping under my ass to my bare pussy splayed over his stomach.

I swear, his abs tremble when I clench my thighs over his waist and try to climb.

Reaching to kiss him, I expect to find his head tossed back but he’s staring down at me. And his eyes…

Even in the darkest shadows of the house, they glow with a purple fire.

A hand holds the back of my head, pressing me to his mouth. I gasp at the force of his kiss, his mouth taking mine, and his tongue displaying every dextrous move that could make a gymnast green with envy. He can take me on an end table in the hallway. I don’t care. I have to have him now!

The slick moans and hurried thrusts of our bodies echo off the walls and floors. It sounds like a hundred other couples all licking and sucking their way to paradise. All of them about to stop in order to watch us.

My ass falls and a chord of the damned bursts below me. I yelp and pull away just as Aubry’s fingers land on the keys beside me. “A piano?” I twist, finding a black baby grand under me. It’s the only thing in this room aside from the bench for the pianist. “You have a piano?”

Aubry nuzzles my neck and pries the wet dress off of my cleavage. “It came with the house,” he whispers. The heat of his palm wafts across my breast, chasing away the goosebumps and teasing me worse than before. As he tugs at my dress, he presses his hips closer.

Oh fuck, there’s no missing that !

I can’t believe he’s already hard after fucking me before.

I can’t believe that was inside of me.

With a whine, the piano bench skids across the floor.

Aubry takes control, his hands on my thighs and breasts at the same time.

He can’t make up his mind on what to hold and he starts to suck on my neck.

I can feel the bruise starting that’ll raise so many questions tomorrow, but I don’t give a shit.

I’d let him sink his fangs into me and drink my blood so long as I got to feel that tongue again.

Running my fingers through his hair, I chase for a distraction. “Can you play?”

His fingers fall from me to land on the keys. A melody? I smile, prepared to be wowed by the brooding billionaire in his mansion making tortured music at night.

A smile cracks Aubry’s stone face. “No,” he says and pulls my belt off. “Not a damn note.” Inching my hem up my thighs, Aubry lifts my dress, then me. My ass bounces on the keys, striking both white and black in the worst tune imaginable. But with each pathetic sound, he moans in tune.

The wet dress climbs up my stomach, then over my breasts and lands in a puddle on the floor.

I barely realize my hair’s falling to my bare skin before he takes me.

Palms run over my soft belly, dipping with the fold.

Lips press to mine, hard and whispering prayers.

I rake my fingers down his shirt, trying to pry it off.

Aubry reaches back for my bra. The middle hooks like to stick, requiring extra focus. Resting his forehead to mine, he gazes in my eyes with such a primal ache to tear me in half I bite my tongue…and rip off another button.

“You’re destroying my wardrobe,” Aubry whispers, his voice a knife in the dark.

I freeze. Fingers caress up my elbows and take the back of my hand. Pressing me to the last of his shirt, he chuckles. “I didn’t say to stop.”

Oh, how I want to tear it in half and throw it off of him. But I start to carefully undo each button, working my way down. Over his hard stomach, down past a trail of black hair, I hit his low-slung pants and reach a conundrum. I could pull the shirt out, finish the job.

Or…

…I take off his pants and suck him off.

Aubry running his hands through my hair, pleading my name as I trace my tongue up that purple vein…

I barely reach the part of him falling to his knees from me cupping his balls before I’m running my hand down his bulge.

Like a steel bar trapped inside a pair of nice linen and silk pants.

My fingers curl, wanting to pry it off of his thigh to play with.

His pants tumble off of his hips, exposing his Adonis belt to the soft blue light.

Black hair swirls around a tower of tan. I press my fingers to his bare shaft and his cock jumps. It tears through his falling pants, leaping tall and hard for another round.

“Whoa!” Aubry pulls me off of him, one hand on mine the other on the back of my waist. “Now don’t go spoiling the ending. Here.”

He steps back, keeping his cock out of my reach, but doesn’t tuck it away. My fingers clench, wanting to see how far around they can reach, and how high before I need my second hand. “Me first…” Aubry does the one thing that can tear me away from his cock.

His shirt falls off.

And my jaw plummets. Intellectually, I know he’s a big guy, a fit man, with all those man muscles they have. But seeing all of them there before me—glistening from his swim in the river, hard and ready for action—leaves me dizzy.

I can’t fuck him. He’s perfect and I’m…

I already fucked him.

So I’m going to again.

“Now you?” he says and catches my bra strap. The girls heave with great relief at being loosed upon the world. They hate that bra even if it makes them look amazing. I toss my head back, trying to arch them up, and I catch Aubry’s face.

Eyes wide with wonder, his breath shallow as his mouth quivers. All while he’s staring at me topless.

Oh, and bottomless on a piano.

“You are…” he mutters and reaches for his cock. At the last second, he pulls his hand away. His stance widens as he surveys me.

I’m what? Naked? Got brown nipples? Missed a hair? What?

“Fucking unbelievable.” Hands cup under my breasts lifting them one at a time to his mouth.

“Ah!” I cry out, somehow shocked that his perfect tongue also works on my nipples. His touch runs under, then up the sides of my breasts, paying attention to every inch begging for him.

The bench squeals, and Aubry digs a knee into it. He grabs me by the ass and pushes me up. I land on the top of the piano as my calves brush over the keys. My feet dangle off the floor and I squirm, worrying I’m about to break his instrument.

“Lay back,” Aubry orders.

Please don’t shatter under me. Please don’t break. Please don’t…

“Ahhhh!”

He tongues me faster than before. The ebbs of the last orgasm haven’t left and ramp up again. I squirm, trying to thrust onto his tongue. As I lift my thighs to meet him, hands grab my ankles. I freeze before both heels plant onto the keys.

I strain my toes out, doing scales while he goes full vibrato on my clit.

God, I want him to tease like before. To make me claw and beg for that orgasm…

No, I don’t. I don’t want him to fucking stop.

“Ah-ah-Aubry!” I cry out, falling into the second orgasm of the night. He stills but doesn’t stop. Barely waiting for me to finish shaking, he returns again. The speeds and patterns vary with each climax, but the end is the same.

My mind’s sprinting through a pink haze, one orgasm erupting into the next until I’m shaking so hard the piano strings vibrate beneath me.

Or maybe that’s him. His tongue’s powerful enough to play a ballad through me.

I cry out silently, clenching and pulsing inside of his mouth.

My hands fall to my chest, nails digging in so I don’t fly away.

“Sadie.”

Eyes of deep purple stare at me from my pussy. Like a tiger in the forest, they pierce through his prey. I gulp, uncertain if I can take any more. My hands slide down, brushing against my hard nipples.

“Ohh…” I pant, my body knocking itself in a pleasure cascade.

A low growl answers from the dark. I peer down just as he grabs me by the hips and yanks. My ass skids across the piano. I land with a loud clang of keys and stare into his eyes.

“I can’t…” Aubry gasps. He runs a hand through my hair and down my shoulder. I gaze into his eyes, trying to understand. “The taste of you…”

Light catches through the window on his palm cupping his cock. Then rising up it. Tugging the pliant skin higher to the crown, before dropping. Slow and steady, but growing faster as he circles his fingers toward my breast.

“Your tits,” Aubry cries out. He’s jerking himself so fast I can barely see. The purple vein brightens under his hand, as if about to blow.

Suddenly, Aubry stops. He clings to the base of his cock, aiming it, and throws back his head.

Cum erupts across my chest. White globs splatter like paint down my cleavage and above my nipples. I stare down at it, so tempted to give it a taste.

Aubry fists his cock, pressing the last of it out. As he rolls his head, he cracks his neck, and moans, “Fuck.”

A little laugh follows. “Fuck me. I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to…” He nods to my breasts coated in him. “You are…pure torture.”

I’ve been called a lot of things. Usually by men who first want me, then hate me when I don’t want them.

But to have a man like Aubry praise me for my breasts and pussy torturing him to climax makes me glow brighter than a sun. “Why do I get the feeling you like being tortured?”

“Ha!” He runs his hands up his face and gives a quick shake. Midway down his throat, he pauses, his head back as he gazes at the ceiling.

Curiosity gets the better of me. “What are you looking at?”

Whipping his head down, a wicked smile burns. “The bedroom.” He licks his lips and holds out a hand. “Do you want to see it?”