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He moved lower, tongue flicking into her entrance. She could feel slight stubble on his jaw against her labia as he dragged his mouth back up to her clit. Then he settled in, his intent to make her come clear with every stroke of his tongue.

Except he didn’t just lick her.

Landon closed his mouth on her, almost as if he were trying to take a bite. He took her clit—both glans and hood—plus the surrounding flesh into his mouth, sucking and biting down in a way that applied pressure, but wasn’t sharp or painful. She’d never had a man eat her pussy like this—and eat certainly felt like the correct word.

He did it again, taking her most intimate flesh into his mouth, but this time he found her clit with the tip of his tongue and licked a tiny circle around it.

Colette nearly fell off the couch. Pleasure made the world spin and her abdominal muscles ratcheted tight. She grabbed a handful of his hair to keep herself from falling. He grunted—she must have pulled his hair hard.

Good. It was her turn to pull his hair.

Her momentary amusement fled, burned away by pleasure as he licked her clit again.

His tongue was soft but firm, gliding over her wet skin. Around and around, he stroked her, pausing occasionally to swallow or breathe, and each time he did, he’d lick her with one soft upward stroke before going back to circles.

She was breathing heavily, the sound of it almost drowning out the wet noises of his mouth on her sex.

“I’m close,” she gasped when the tightness low in her belly reached what felt like a breaking point.

Still holding her clit in his mouth, he nodded in what she was going to assume was permission. The act of nodding had her clit bumping against the edge of his teeth.

“Landon,” she sobbed, “I’m there, don’t stop, please?—”

The orgasm ripped through her, a perfect release that both relaxed muscles that had tightened in the lead up, and tensed other muscles. Her scalp prickled, her toes curled, and her nipples were diamond-hard.

He licked her clit again, and she flinched, the sensation so intense it was almost sharp. She opened her mouth, prepared to gently explain that she couldn’t take any more direct stimulation, but Landon was already surging to his feet, eyes hot, lips pink and glossy.

He gripped her hair, forced her head back, and sealed his mouth over hers. This kiss was savage, a claiming. She tasted herself on his tongue as it thrust into her mouth.

They were both panting when he pulled back, but he didn’t let go of her hair. Instead, he tugged, and she hopped off the couch, swaying on her feet.

Landon pushed her firmly down onto her knees.

“Eyes on me,” he said in a low voice.

She looked up, holding his gaze and maintaining her position even when he released her hair to open his pants and yank off his shirt, tossing it to the side.

“Open that pretty mouth,” he murmured.

Obediently she parted her lips, still looking up at him.

Along the bottom of her field of vision she saw him fist his dick, and licked her lips in preparation. His sharp inhale made it clear he liked that, and what he did next proved it.

Landon traced her lips with the velvety smooth head of his cock. She snuck a taste.

“Bad girl,” he said approvingly, a slight smile crinkling the corners of his eyes.

She maintained eye contact and stuck out her tongue. He stroked her tongue with his cock, and she tasted the salt of him that let her know he was as turned on as she was.

Despite the truly marvelous orgasm he’d just given her, Colette wanted more. Sometimes coming was the period at the end of a sentence, and after it was over one moved on to other things. That last orgasm had been a pleasure filled comma. A pause, with something to follow after.

Landon cupped the back of her head, applying slight pressure until her mouth enveloped the tip of his dick. It was a bit harder to keep looking up at him, but she did it, loving the intimacy of the eye contact.

“One hand on my thigh,” he ordered. “If you need a break, tap twice.”

She placed her right hand on his thigh.

“Now spread your knees. Wider. Good girl. I want your other hand cupping your pussy. Just your pussy lips. Don’t touch your clit.”