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the top of her Awesome Lovers list. Not that the list was long. Okay, it only had two people on it, but still. He was at the top.
    She spread her legs wider to accommodate the breadth of his shoulders. He placed his hands beneath her hips and lifted the tiniest bit, and she stared at him over the roundness of her belly.
    “A beautiful feast, fit for a king.”
    Djimon kissed her outer labia with soft tender touches and then his tongue delved into her pussy, licking her from anus to clit and back again. Cilla gasped and moaned, pulling her thighs farther apart, giving him greater access and spreading her pussy open for him. He flicked her clit in response—a rapid hummingbird-like movement. She rocked against his mouth, aching and empty, so needy.
    “Djimon…” He circled the opening of her pussy round and round and round before he finally plunged into her heat, fucking her with his tongue. In and out, out and in, he worked her pussy. She rocked and gasped with each advance, anxious to come.
    Her orgasm built in her toes, tightening her muscles as it slithered along her spine. It danced up to her head, making her dizzy with desire for this man. “Close.” She could barely gasp out the word. So close.
    Djimon moaned against her cunt in response. She arched, her back leaving the bed, hips canting toward him. He increased his speed and attention, giving her more of what she craved. One of his hands snaked around her hips, fingers unerringly finding her clit, pinching and rubbing the excited nubbin of flesh. He circled and pressed and rubbed, tongue still thrusting in and out of her pussy. She rocked and sobbed, needing to come, but unwilling for the ecstasy of his attention to come to an end.
    Finally…finally she came on Djimon’s mouth. Her pussy clenched down on his invasion, and she shattered into a million scales, fire burning through her like never before.
    He eased his attentions, bringing her slowly back to herself. Panting and gasping for breath, she reached down and stroked his silken locks, anxious to thank this beautiful man for taking her to places previously unknown. “Djimon…”
    Then he was there, rising above her, his cock poised at her entrance, the blunt head pressing the tiniest bit into her cunt. “I will take you higher yet, bella .”
    “No…” She shook her head, unsure if it was truly possible to feel much more. “You can’t.”
    He eased forward, pushing into her, stretching her open for him. “Oh, but I can, and I will.” He slipped in further, his cock forcing her to accept him. She relented, relaxing her muscles and letting him in. There was the slightest burning as he shoved his erection into her heat, easing in and then retreating, an ebb and flow like the tides. Advance and retreat, push, and pull, in and out. His cock stroked every fold of her inner walls, discovering nerve endings she didn’t know existed.
    And then, and then, and then…his cock stroked that spot, that bundle of nerve endings she’d only ever been able to touch when she masturbated, that gathering of nerves that half the women in the world didn’t think was real. The head of his cock, on some advance or retreat, she didn’t know and didn’t care, pressed against her G-spot, and she nearly shot off the bed in pleasure as the pain of arousal raced through her like a new fire. “Yes!” She screamed and writhed on his cock. “There!”
    “That’s it. I’ll fuck you just like that. Let me love you, bella .” He increased his pace, angle unchanging, thrusting and rubbing against that inescapable bit of ecstasy with each stroke. Faster and faster he plunged in and out of her pussy; harder and harder he worked.
    With each thrust her orgasm built anew, rising this time from deep within her, burning and hotter than she’d ever felt before, until she feared she’d incinerate the entire home. The urge to display her scales, shout to the world of her pleasure and show this man, this vampire, exactly what he