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“Lay down, Estrella, and spread your legs.” He pressed a kiss to her neck, his breath soft and warm. “So I can taste you,” he added in a whisper.

Dios mío.The man was absolutely sinful. “You are wicked.”

He tugged her down to the mattress. “You have no idea.”

Lying back, she bit down on her lower lip as he moved between her legs then pushed her knees further apart, exposing her most intimate area. His nostrils flared again as he inhaled deeply, and an almost feral look came over his face as he took a moment to admire her.

“I take it back,” he hissed.

“Take what back?” Her brow pinched with curiosity.

“I’m going to do more than taste.” His head dropped and he dragged his tongue along her inner thigh. Up…up…up…

Oh, God.Her heart thundered as his warm breath hovered over her quivering pussy. “I’m going to feast on you like a goddamn glutton.”

His mouth closed over her pussy and she gasped, her body jerking at the intimacy of it. The way he claimed her—with histongue and lips—was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. She squeezed her eyes shut and her fingers dug into the black sheets. Sensations rocked through her as he tasted and stroked, probing and spearing her with his tongue, eating her out like a man starved, until her thighs shook then clamped around his head.

Just when she wondered how much more sweet torture she could take, he circled his tongue around her clit and sank his finger deep inside her. Arching up, she stifled a cry. But she couldn’t stop the whimpers escaping from the back of her throat or the rolling of her hips. Or the way her pussy clenched tightly around his digit.

He slid another finger into her slick passage, stretching her further, then alternating between thrusting, scissoring and curling them. A pressure began to build and pulse. “Xander!” she gasped, trying to twist away, but he held her against the mattress, refusing to allow her to escape. At the same time, he pressed his hand down on her lower belly while pushing up against her inner wall. Then he sucked her clit into his mouth.

And she exploded.

Lightning bolts of pleasure and uncontrollable spasms rocketed through her, sending her off on a wave of bliss. The orgasm ripped through her, leaving her a trembling mess, unable to fully comprehend how his mouth could be quite so talented that it felt like her pussy had hit the eject button and gone spiraling off into the stratosphere.

Her eyes slowly opened and she watched him lick his lips. Then suck his fingers clean. “Youarewicked,” she repeated, breathless and satiated. “So very, very deliciously wicked.”

“You’re the one who’s delicious.” He kissed her knee then sat back. “And so much sweeter than a peach.”

“I want to see you.” She pushed up onto her elbows, feeling bold, and eyeing the huge bulge tenting his pants.

“Now who’s wicked?” She sent him a slow, seductive smile that only a woman well-pleasured could give a man. “Do you want another orgasm, or do you want to see me naked? Fair warning, once these pants come off, you’re getting fucked. Hard. Because I don’t think I have the control right now to go slow.”

“How about you get nakedandgive me another orgasm?”

“I think that can be arranged,” he told her.

Pushing up off the bed, he moved over to the nightstand, opened the drawer and fished out a condom, tossing it on the bed. Then he unzipped his pants. With wide eyes, she watched as he shoved both his cargo pants and boxer briefs down in one rapid motion to reveal the most magnificent cock she’d ever seen.

Okay, so she hadn’t seen any before in person. But she’d seen pictures. Small, unimpressive, and she’d always had to squint. But Xander’s ridiculously impressive cock was thick and long, standing tall and proud. No need to squint. Not even a little. In fact, it looked like it was capable of doing some serious damage. Kind of like a missile.

Her nerves vibrated as he sank a knee onto the mattress and crawled over, covering her with his big, very naked body. Her inner virgin didn’t feel quite so intrepid any longer.

“You’re tense.” He skimmed his lips along her shoulder, running a hand down her side.

“I thought I was ready,” she faltered.

“You are ready.” His fingers found her clit and started stroking again. Rubbing until she was arching up, vibrating with need.

“Oh, God… Yes…”

“Hold that thought.”

She watched him rip open the packet and roll the condom on. Her pulse raced as he settled between her legs, gripped his sheathed cock and dragged it between her dripping slit. Gripping his shoulders, she closed her eyes.Prepare for impact.

“Look at me,” he hissed, notching himself at her entrance. Her eyes snapped open, instantly obeying. “Eyes… on… me,” he ordered.

Her lips parted as he began to slide inside, stretching her body to its limit.