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mouth.
    “Ack!” Surprise collapsed her, belly-down, over the bench, which positioned her buns beautifully up in the air.
    Even better. In all honesty, she didn’t look like she planned on going anywhere. Now. Her upturned ass wiggled in what looked a lot like an invitation.
    Fanny-on-a-platter.
    Ravenous, he licked her from stem to stern and back again—sampled it all—tasted clit, slit, and anus. A juicy smorgasbord of female delicacies, drenched in hot cream, smelling like a fresh fuck.
    Yum. He stopped snacking and dug in for a solid meal, slipped a hand under her and fingered her swollen nub while he speared his tongue into her cunt.
    “ Ooooh …you bastard…”
    In a low moan she cursed him, but made no move to struggle free. Being Cait, she had to offer a token protest, just for show. He’d expected it. Expected her to melt in his mouth, too. She didn’t disappoint him. Her breaths turned to gasps. Her body quivered, teetering on the brink of orgasm. A few more seconds and he’d send her over the edge…
     
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    Wham!
    Cait’s eyes crossed. She spasmed and quaked and almost passed out as a climax flattened her like a steamroller. Heavy hands on her thighs anchored her in place.
    “You came too fast. That means I have to start all over. Take two, from the top,” Jackson announced as if he were a film director.
    Except from his vantage point, the “top” was her bottom.
    A shuddering breath rasped out of her as his hands swept up the backs of her thighs, squeezed her fanny, and spread her cheeks apart. With a husky “ Mmmm ,” he buried his face between her legs, nibbled and licked his way up her crease, then settled into the merciless business of tongue-fucking her ass.
    He was very good at it. So good one might have thought he’d invented the activity, or at least owned the patent on it.
    She never had a chance. The new climax fried nerve-endings and crackled her hair. Cait jerked like an electrocution victim, then collapsed like a quivering mound of tapioca pudding. He’d just discovered one of her naughtiest little secrets.
    And he wasted no time taking advantage of it. “You like it that way, huh?” While she hung limp and panting, he unzipped his jeans and rolled on a condom. “They’re lubricated,” he said, as though that explained the action. Which it did.
    “Much appreciated.” The thanks came out on a dry croak. Resistance was futile. He was gonna shove it where the sun don’t shine, whether she was amenable to the idea or not.
    Fortunately, she was. She wiggled against his hand as he stroked through her wetness and worked first one finger, then two into her rear passage—stretching her, spreading her juices, readying her for him.
    “Mmm, you’re so tight.” He slid his fingers in and out, while warning her what he’d do next. “I’m going to enter you slow—real slow—so you can feel every inch of me as I stuff it into you. And you’re going to take every inch, too. You’ll love it. I’m going to fill you with fire.”
    Cait groaned. Damn, if she didn’t almost pop her cork again, just from the sexy timbre of his voice, a sound like burnt sugar, hot and sweet. Smoke filled her head. Her breath turned to steam. She wanted more.
    She got it.
    With infinite care, he drew her backward and pushed into her—inch by inch as promised—till he was sitting on the floor, and she was snug on his lap with his cock buried to the hilt between her cheeks. He kissed her neck and let his touch rove over her bared breasts, down to her pussy, and back up again, fondling her front while he fucked her behind.
    “Maybe I’ll keep you here naked all day, just to see how many times I can make you come, and in how many different ways,” he whispered.
    The words alone might have done it, but coupled with those roving hands and that steel rod shoving into her, orgasm was inescapable. She melted into slag on the spot. White-hot molten waves coursed through her.
    Jackson’s chuckle