“That’s the way, baby,” he groaned as her mouth tightened on the hard head of his cock, invading it. “That’s it. Suck my cock sweet and tight.”

The earthy words were almost as arousing as having the hard shaft working between her lips.

Stroking the heavy shaft from the base to just below her lips as it moved over the engorged head of his erection, Kenni sucked the wide flesh as deep as she dared.

Erotic hunger singed her senses, dazed her mind.

What had ever made her believe she could walk away from him? He was more essential to her than breathing.

His caressing fingers tightened in her hair as she lashed at the underside of his cock with her tongue. Rolling her tongue against the highly reactive spot, she was rewarded with another of those heavy male groans.

Shards of pleasure-pain exploded through her scalp as his fingers pulled at her hair, his hips flexing, shifting as he thrust against her suckling lips.

“Ah, Kenni, how fucking pretty,” he groaned. “Hell, you’re killing me.”

Her lips tightened, drawing harder on his flesh as she became lost in the physical sensations. Waves of rapture so intense that she wondered for a moment if she should fear them washed over her, triggered by his pleasure rather than her own.

The heavy crest moved past her lips, shuttling against them, stroking over her tongue as Kenni fought to hold it in her mouth as long as possible. His hands tightened in her hair, his strokes shorter, harder.

“Ah fuck,” he groaned, his cock head flexing in her mouth “Kenni, baby, move back.” He released her hair, but she wasn’t about to let him go.

“Kenni, if I spill in your mouth, you’ll take it all,” he growled, sexual dominance strengthening the words. “You hear me?”

He was close. She could hear it in his voice, feel it in the hard throb of the crest of his cock. Working her mouth over it, her tongue rubbing at it, her only thought to push him over that edge of release. She needed this. She needed all of him.

A hard groan was her only warning. The sound of it rasping from his throat. A second later the throbbing head buried deeper and the first pulse of his release erupted in the suckling depths of her mouth.

The salt-and-midnight taste of him was intoxicating. Each pulse of semen only made her hungrier, needier.

It wasn’t just one ejaculation, there were multiple heavy pulses of the dark taste erupting in the suckling heat of her mouth. And she consumed them. She consumed him.

Seconds later he pulled free of her hold and before Kenni realized his intent he lifted her from her knees only to turn and toss her to the bed.

Pushing the tangled curls from her face Kenni stared up at him, her gaze heavy-lidded at the sight of his rapidly hardening erection.

“I’ve kept a hard-on since I first laid eyes on you,” he growled. “And I swear every time I look at you my dick thinks it has to be hard.”

“That’s a good thing,” she whispered breathlessly.

“Spread your legs. Let me see what you really think about it.”

Kenni spread her legs, slowly. As she did her hands lifted to cup her swollen breasts, her fingers finding the torturously hard tips of her nipples.

*   *   *

Jazz didn’t know which sight was prettier, the plump, honey-slick folds of her juice-laden pussy or those graceful fingers playing with her nipples. He knew what he was dying to taste, though.

Moving to the bed he stretched out between her thighs, licking his lips at the sweet, feminine scent drifting to him.

He pushed her thighs farther apart, watching as she gripped her nipples firmly, her fingers rolling over them faster.

She was close. The engorged, reddened bud of her clit extended fully from its hood, seeking enough sensation to flood her with ecstasy.

But not yet. He wanted to feel her orgasm exploding around his dick as he pumped his release inside the snug depths of her pussy.

Before that … Hell, he just wanted to taste her.

*   *   *

Kenni couldn’t control the cry that tore from her lips at the first lick of Jazz’s tongue through the sensitive folds of her pussy. She was certain that first lick would send her over the edge. She was primed, so ready for the explosion that when it didn’t come her eyes jerked open, her gaze going immediately to meet Jazz’s.

Wicked, erotic, his eyes were such an electric blue they almost glowed. And the intent she read there had a grin tugging at her lips.

“Afraid you can’t make me come more than once?” she asked, her voice throaty to her own ears.

His brow lifted. “I have before.”

“Purely by accident,” she assured him, knowing better.

“Accident?” He had the audacity to laugh. “Baby, bad things happen to liars.”

“Liar? How do I know it wasn’t an accident? It’s not like you actually let me know it was planned.”

The opportunity was there and too perfect to resist.

“You’re going to regret that tonight,” he assured her.

“Promises, promises.” She just wanted to come. He’d make her wait. Torture her if she let him.

He smiled. A slow, wicked, erotic smile that had her heart racing, her vagina clenching.

“Three orgasms before I fuck you,” he predicted. “Two after that and the last one…” Wry amusement curled his lips. “The last one will probably kill us both.”

“The first one now.” She was at the point of begging.

Jazz only chuckled. “Not hardly, baby.”

Instead of lowering his head to the aching flesh between her thighs, he rose over her.

Electric lust gleamed in his eyes as he brushed her fingers away from her nipples and lowered his lips to them instead.

“I was joking,” she whimpered. Knowing the torture would be worse now. “Jazz…”

His lips surrounded a nipple, sucked it into his mouth, and his tongue began to play. With one hand lying low on her stomach, his teeth surrounded the tip with searing pleasure-pain for just a second before he suckled at it with firm, hot draws of his mouth.

When she was certain flames would engulf her entire body he repeated each lick, nip, and hungry draw to the other stiff peak. And each time she tried to touch him he pushed her hands aside until finally he captured both her wrists in one hand, stretched them above her head, and went back to killing her with pleasure.

Perspiration slicked her body. Heat licked over her flesh as he played with each hard tip. Until finally he captured one between his lips, drawing on it tighter, harder … The lashing pleasure shot straight to her womb, bowed her body instantly and exploded in a shower of exquisite pleasure.

No, he had not just done that.

But he had, and he proved it as he moved to her other nipple. With expert licks, nips, and draws of his hot mouth he had brilliant heat cascading through her in an orgasm that rocked her senses.

No sooner had she began catching her breath than she felt the leather shackling her wrists above her head. Tugging at the restraints, she stared up at the lust-tightened features watching her carefully.

“I can’t touch you like this,” she whispered desperately. She needed to touch him.

“You make me lose control,” he whispered, his voice rough, hungry. “Besides, this way all you have to do is feel good.

Feel good? This way he could torture her easier.

His lips lowered between her breasts, moving down her body as his hands stroked along an inner thigh. She was so wet, her juices spilling from her vagina, that her thighs were damp as well.

“Two down,” he murmured. “One to go.”

Okay, her clit, she thought, shocked at how quickly arousal rose inside her after her release.

Jazz didn’t do anything quickly, though. With her restrained he had not just quick access, but full control. And he made use of it.

His tongue worked around her swollen clit, moving close but never actually creating the friction she needed to orgasm.