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pink nipples.
Faith s hands were pushing his jeans over his hips, releasing the swollen length of
his cock as Jacob tore her panties from her. He wanted the foreplay. He wanted to taste
her, to lick every drop of cream from between her thighs. He wanted to suckle at her
breasts, nibble at her nipples.
 Easy, baby, he groaned as her fingers tried to encircle the width of his cock.  Slow
down, Faith. Let me make it good for you, baby.
He wanted her to know how he cherished her body, her desire for him. He wanted
to stroke her skin, just because it was so warm and so damned soft it made him think of
fairy tales. He wanted to kiss her, stroke her. He wanted her pussy so damned wet he
could drown in it.
 Hmm, maybe I m the one who needs to make it good for you, she panted, her
hand stroking his torturously hard shaft.  I m not the one having problems in this
relationship.
His hands were at her breasts. He could barely make sense of her words, he was so
greedy to touch the full, swollen curves that beckoned him. He felt her gasp of pleasure
as his hands filled with the warm flesh. He had to still the trembling of his body and his
eagerness for her. He felt starved, deprived, at the edge of a banquet, terrified it would
be snatched from him before he could sate his hunger.
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 No fears, he growled, his head lowering to the tempting peaks of her darkened
nipples.  Your pleasure is all I need, Faith&  He groaned, his hands tightening on her
breasts as he licked at the hard pebble of her nipple.
He heard her whimper of need, felt her body heating and couldn t control the flex
of his hips that drove his cock against her fingers. Her back arched, pushing the hard
tips of her breasts to his lips and Jacob was in no frame of mind to deny her. He covered
one hard tip with a hungry sigh of pleasure and proceeded to take his fill of her.
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Chapter Eighteen
Faith fought to hold onto her control long enough to tempt Jacob, to tease him with
her passion and his own needs. Holding onto any control with his lips at her breasts, his
teeth nibbling at her nipples, was next to impossible though. She arched against him,
his erection a heavy weight in her hand as she stroked him, drawing him closer to the
slick portal of her pussy. She needed him there now. Not later. She didn t want the
foreplay, not now, not yet. Maybe later when the sharp bursts of painful need weren t
ripping her womb apart.
Right now, looking down at Jacob, watching his face slacken in lines of sensual
pleasure, his mouth suckling at her breast as his teeth and tongue rasped it, she felt as
though an inferno were building in her.
Lightning flared in her breast, traveled through her stomach and struck her vagina
like a pending explosion. The muscles there spasmed, clenching in heated need. One
hand speared into his hair to hold him to her as she arched closer, her thighs gripping
his hips as the plum shaped head of his cock nudged at her slick entrance. She was so
wet, so hot for him, she was desperate. She couldn t contain her cries, her need for the
hard, stretching thrusts that would burn her, stroke her into a fiery orgasm.
 Jacob, please, she groaned as he nudged the entrance, then retreated.
He was so hot. So thick. Her thighs tightened on him as she pressed closer,
desperate for his possession.
 Not yet, he growled against her breast, his lips stroking over her sensitive nipple
as his hands caressed the swollen globes.  Not yet, Faith, I need to taste you, touch
you.
His hands stroked to her hips, gripping them, holding them still as he moved back
from her.
He would destroy her. Faith whimpered as he began to lower his body, his lips
stroking over the flesh of her abdomen in a moist trail of lava hot sensation.
 You taste like fire and silk, he whispered as he pressed against her, indicating
that she should lay back.
 Jacob, on the table? she gasped, shocked. But the warm pulse of liquid from her
vagina assured her that her body was more than willing.
 What better to place to make a meal of you, he muttered, his lips moving closer to
the bare, slick petals of her sex.  Damn, Faith, I m starved for you.
She felt his hands spreading her thighs further, his body lowering, his fingers
smoothing down the plump lips of her pussy. Her hips jerked, arching closer to the
warm puffs of breath that caressed the sensitive flesh.
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 So sweet. His tongue stroked across her straining clit.
 Oh God! she cried out, jerking against him, driving her hips closer to his
torturously slow caresses.
 You taste exquisite. Like nectar and dreams, Faith, he groaned low, his tongue
stroking along the sides of the swollen lips.  So hot and wet, and mine. Just mine, Faith.
Every sweet, delicious inch is mine.
She would have protested. She really meant to. She would have if his tongue hadn t
swiped slowly through her aching slit, circling the entrance to her vagina then moving
back so his lips covered and suckled at her swollen clit.
Faith could barely breathe. It was all she could do to release the breathy, agonized
whimpers of nearing orgasm as she strained closer to his touch. His tongue was a stroke
of feathery lust, sensual, heated, licking at the thick cream of her passion, murmuring
his appreciation as he ate her like a delicate treat.
She twisted in his grip, straining closer to him. She wanted his tongue deep inside
her. Wanted to feel it plunging into her vagina, easing the aching emptiness there. She
needed to be filled, fucked, held, driven into the insanity of release.
 Easy, baby. He lapped at her. Licked her. Sipped at the moisture that pooled
along her cunt.
Like a greedy man. A man starving for her. A man desperate for her taste and her
passion, he never let up. He placed her legs over his broad shoulders, her thighs parted
now by his head as he lapped and sucked at her soaked flesh.
His hands weren t idle though. They cupped the cheeks of her rear, bringing her
closer to his mouth, holding her still as she twisted against him, screaming out in need
as he sucked delicately at her straining clit.
She could feel her body tightening to a bone breaking level. Her head tossed, her
body thrashed and she could hear herself pleading. Broken, whimpering cries as he
moaned into her pussy a second before he drove his tongue deep inside her flooding
vagina.
Faith shuddered convulsively, her hips straining closer, her cunt erupting in fire as
he fucked her hard and fast with his agile tongue. She heard herself screaming, begging.
Oh God, it was too good. Too hot. She was dying. And when his thumb stroked over
her clit, she exploded. Rapture rained over her body, sizzled in her blood until she
couldn t breathe, couldn t fight, could only dissolve into liquid fragments of ecstasy as
he tongued every flooding drop of her release into his mouth.
The eruptions sang through her body, vibrated through her cells. The repeated,
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