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“Sweetheart, that’s the objective,” he informed me as he spread my legs wider.
I held my breath, waiting for the exquisite touch of his tongue, but all I could feel was his breath on my pussy.
“Mine!” The guttural word came from deep in his throat.
My core flooded completely.
This man’s desire to claim me was one of the hottest things I’d ever experienced.
I shivered as I felt his finger stroke over a small scar near my channel.
It was faint, and it was the only one on that area of my body, but Brock had found it.
“Better memories,” he said in a low, graveled voice right before he buried his face between my thighs.
“Yes,” I cried out as I fisted his hair.
I couldn’t have a bad memory when this man had his wicked mouth on me.
It was pure carnal pleasure and sensation.
He groaned into my pussy, and the vibrations almost sent me over the edge.
I was so primed that I was already teetering on the precipice of my orgasm.
I moaned when Brock slid a finger into my channel while he licked and sucked my clit.
“Yes,” I whimpered, my head thrashing on the pillow. “Please make me come.”
I needed it.
My body was demanding it.
Everything he did to me made me completely crazy.
Brock added another finger, fucking me rhythmically with those fingers.
“You’re tight, sweetheart,” he said in a gruff, muffled voice close to my clit.
That didn’t surprise me. It had been several years since I’d had sex.
Brock was a big man, but I wanted him so damn much that I could take everything he could give me.
“I’m close,” I told him in a desperate voice. “Please.”
I really, really needed to come.
Every muscle in my body was tight.
Brock gave me the pressure and stimulation I needed to my clit and to my G-spot, and I flew off the edge.
“Yes! Brock!” I screamed and I fisted Brock’s hair so tightly it probably hurt.
But I was soaring, my heart pounding so hard I thought it was going to fly out of my chest.
My body was seized with wave after wave of explosive pleasure.
I was still panting a little when Brock slid up my body and kissed me.
