“Jessica!” He grabbed her hands, halting her onslaught. “Sweetheart, we need to get you out of that outfit first.” Seriously. It was kind of killing the mood. She yanked out of his hold, released his cock and looked up at him with a triumphant grin. Oh. Thank God. She’d removed the teeth. “You forget, Mr. Sweetwater. I am a man-hungry schoolmarm.” She ogled his rod. “And I am hungry for man meat.” She took him in her mouth then and sucked. And…dear God. He collapsed against the door and let her have her way with him because, damn, the girl had talent. She ran her tongue over his supersensitive head and suckled at the little eye. The sensation of her tongue nudging at it made his knees weak. He couldn’t help fisting her hair but she wouldn’t allow him to direct her. This was her banquet and she was managing the feast. And feast she did. Her mouth was hot and wet and tight as she wedged his length between her lips. She sucked him in, all the way in, and then sucked some more until the tightness, the tension became unbearable.
