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  Chuckling, Phillip finally removed his hand and, before she knew it, he had turned her and was ripping her clothes off. Buttons went flying as he tore her shirt open, pushing the cups of her bra down before taking a mouthful of her breast, swirling his tongue over her nipple as he pulled her shirt off her. As he lavished her breasts with his mouth and teeth, Reese tangled her fingers in his hair, while he pushed her skirt and thong down her legs.

  “I love black lace,” he said against her breast, “but I can’t enjoy them right now. I need to be inside you.”

  Standing up, he pulled her against him, walking backwards to the couch. Falling down, he pulled her into his lap, sucking on her breast as she gasped for breath. He was blowing her mind, treating her body as if it were a candy shop and he was sugar deprived. Lapping at her breasts, he cupped her between her legs, squeezing her as he nipped and pulled at her sensitive nipples. She felt out of control and untamed. She wanted to scream out in pleasure, but instead, she decided she had to please him.

  Pulling away from him, she moved out of his lap and onto her knees. She made quick work of his belt and opened the fly of his jeans, releasing his impressive erection. Not only was she breathless from the size of him, but when she saw the tattoo along the hairline of his pelvic area, she paused.

  Looking up at him, she smirked as she read the script. “No biting, please and thank you?”

  He chuckled in a low, deep way that had her squirming to climb onto his cock and ride until the sun came up. She didn’t care about his tattoo anymore. She wanted him, in her, but then he moved his hand into her hair, holding her hostage with sexy, blue, half-lidded eyes.

  “It was one of those nineteen-year-old mistakes but, then again, sometimes when a girl doesn’t know how to give good head, she needs pointers.”

  She gave him a sneaky smile, taking his cock in her hand before licking her lips and saying, “I give great head.”

  “Mmm,” he moaned, fisting a handful of her hair. “I bet you do.”

  She ran her tongue along the head of his cock before looking up at him through her eyelashes. “But I like to bite.”

  He squeezed a fistful of her hair, causing pain, but she liked it, and took him deep to the back of her throat, while squeezing the base of him. Grazing her teeth along him, she sucked and licked, taking him fully in her mouth, his moans encouraging her to go faster. Sucking the head like a lollipop, she watched his face, loving his expression. He bit into his lip, watching her watch him, with a smirk on his beautiful face. Licking down his shaft, she kissed his thighs before licking his balls and then gently biting the tip of him. He took in a sharp breath, coming off the couch, before she took him again in her mouth. Closing his eyes, his grip tightened in her hair as his head fell back. His hips bucked, sending him deeper down her throat as he came, suddenly. She took it like a champ though, sucking him dry before sitting back on her haunches and watching him take in deep breaths.

  Opening his eyes, he reached for her, pulling her into his lap as he kissed her hard, his hands biting into her ass. Kissing her, he slowly pushed his jeans and boxer down quickly before laying her down against the couch. She was excited for what he was about to do. She was enjoying the hell out of him and watching him come was hot. She was ready for the main event though. She wanted that connection… she wanted him to fill her… she wanted it all. As he kissed down the hollow of her throat, down the valley of her chest, she heard a package tear before he hovered over her, pushing her legs back. For all of two seconds, she felt slightly dirty for doing it on the couch her dance parents sat on, but then he positioned himself to enter her, and all thoughts went out the window.

  Reese had been with her fair share of men, but never one as well endowed as Phillip. Her mouth watered at the sight of him. She watched as he squeezed himself. His eyes were glued to her dripping wet center. He reached out, sliding one finger into her, and then two. He looked up at her, his eyes dark as he fucked her slowly with his fingers, driving her insane. When he pressed his thumb on her taut clit, she screamed out as he licked his lips. She wanted him and, when she couldn’t take it anymore, she reached up and tried to lead him inside her, but he stopped her.

  “Patience, beautiful,” he teased before he slowly slid into her, filling her so completely and perfectly that it took her breath away. Moving out of her, he thrust back in with a grunt, his hands shaking where he held her at the back of her knees. She grasped at him, wanting to feel skin, but he still had his shirt on.

  Pulling at it, she said, “God, take this off.”

  She watched as he removed his shirt, and she swore she came right there. She thought he had no tattoos, but God had she been so wrong. In the middle of his chest was a broken hourglass, with red sand spilling from it. Behind it, big black angel wings went up into his shoulders. Under the hourglass, on a scroll, were the words Memento Mori. She had no clue what it meant, but it was beautiful. Not only were the tattoos making her breathless, but Phillip was ripped. Toned shoulders, abs for days, and pecs she wanted to bite into. Pulling him down, she kissed him, long and hard, her fingers biting into his shoulders as he started to move again, filling her before pulling out just to thrust into her again.

  It was fucking unbelievable and, soon, she was thrashing underneath as her release came again. Pushing her leg up, he took ahold of her ankles, putting them by her head as he pounded into her. His body was smacking against her, and she loved the sound, along with the sheer pleasure he was giving her. He was so deep inside her, filling her to the hilt, making her scream with each thrust. When he suddenly stopped, pulled out, and dropped his mouth to her sensitive pussy, taking her nub between his lips, she screamed out, slapping the side of the couch as he continued the assault. Taking fistfuls of his hair, she tried to close her legs but he held her open, sucking her and licking as she withered underneath his talented, naughty mouth.

  How she came again was beyond her, but she did, and she felt like a limp noodle, just lying there as he chuckled against her thigh.

  “Can’t give up on me yet, I’m not done,” he said, before licking her hipbone.

  She tried to talk, but her mouth was dry, and she couldn’t breathe. He kissed up her stomach, stopping to swirl his tongue around her breast before he entered her, nibbling on her neck. Moaning out, she dug her nails into his shoulder as he slid in and out of her, driving her completely mad. When he sat up, bringing her up with him, she held on as he fucked her so hard, she was sure she wouldn’t be walking right tomorrow. When she bit into his shoulder, he cried out as his body shook with his release.

  Thrusting once and then twice, he finally stilled, holding her tightly. Reese gasped for breath, her heart pounding so hard against her chest, she was sure he felt it because she felt his. His breathing was just as harsh and, as he kissed up her shoulder, she closed her eyes, still gasping for air. As she clung to him, not wanting to let go, she couldn’t help but think that she usually wanted more from a man, but she could honestly say, she was done. Phillip had satisfied her completely.

  What the hell just happened? She thought as his teeth grazed her shoulder, sending chills down her back.

  She didn’t know, but he needed to go before it happened again.

  Slowly lying back, so that Reese was laying on top of him, Phillip ran his hands up her back, and let out a long breath. God, she was fantastic. Moving his face into her neck, he took in another breath, loving her scent. It was soft, flowery, delicate, and beautiful like her. He knew he would be thinking of it for days when he left. He wasn’t sure if it was because she was the first girl he had been with in so long or if it was her, but damn, he really fucking liked her. Her body was amazing clothed, but she was a fucking showstopper naked.

  She had a tight little body, mouthwatering tits, hipbones that cried to be kissed, and a pussy that a man could eat for days. She had tattoos, a tree that took up her whole back, stars on her hipbones, and small black birds along her ribs. He loved tattoos on girls and boy, did he love them