They overwhelmed her. Her flesh was flushed, hot to the touch from the friction created by Shane’s body. His rhythm was even, moving in long, slow strokes that gave her just enough time to taste him, but not enough time to savor him. He curled a hand in her hair where it flowed over the side of the couch, and the slight pull, the sharp prickle across her scalp, only increased her desire for him.
Stella tried to brace herself for whatever Lucky had planned. He caressed her without entering her, even though her p***y clenched and ached for him. His breath was hot over her c**t, and it jerked with anticipation every time she sensed a hint of his mouth. Finally, he closed his lips around her c**t and flicked his tongue over the bundle of nerves.
She bucked against his mouth, but Shane’s weig
