Masters 01 Master Of The Mountain - Plot & Excerpts
A moan escaped. She tried to lift her hips, but the restraints were too tight, and she quivered inside from the knowledge. Open for his use. As he licked her, each touch of his tongue shoved her back into need until her legs shook uncontrollably. Oh God, please, just a tiny bit more. Don't stop. His tongue teased her, increasing the intense burn. Her body tightened as her climax approached, and her hips pushed forward as far as the strap allowed. He stopped again. No. Her clit felt so tight and swollen, it throbbed with every beat of her pulse. And she couldn't hold back a whimper. “Pleeeese.” He didn't answer. She lifted her head to look down at him. He sat between her legs, the sun gleaming off his tanned shoulders. When he met her gaze, the corners of his eyes crinkled. He set one callused hand on her thigh and squeezed. The sensation shot straight to her clit, making it worse. Everything he did made it worse, but he deliberately wasn't letting her come. Damn him!
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