My Only Desire. Adrianne Byrd

had no choice but to endure the sweet torture of his slow thrusting fingers and the sensuous kisses he continued to plant all over her thighs.

      Then there was this building pressure, rising in her fattening clit. A good sort of pressure that started to tingle deliciously. Her moans transformed into a husky whimper while her legs shook.

      “Oh. I know what you’re about to do,” he said.

      Anna tried to speak but suddenly English seemed too complicated.

      Finally Taariq’s head moved in the right direction and his two fingers glided out from underneath her clit to slide open her dewy lips. At the feel of his tongue slapping against her pulsing pearl, Anna came unglued and her orgasm detonated like a C-4 explosive. The air rushed out of her lungs, her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her entire body quivered and trembled with violent aftershocks.

      And still, Taariq’s tongue continued to twirl inside her like a Midwestern tornado. Before she knew it another orgasm was set to go off in 3 … 2 … 1 …

      “Aaaaah!” Anna’s hips came off the floor and then she tried to wrench herself away from Taariq’s merciless mouth.

      He wasn’t having it. When she moved, he moved. Before she knew it, she was gasping and crying when her third orgasm hit. Then … and only then, he let her go.

      Taariq chuckled and gave her a full minute to catch her breath. “You all right?”

      Embarrassed, Anna nodded but averted her gaze.

      “Oh, don’t get all shy on me now,” Taariq said, grasping her left ankle and pulling her closer. “Show me that confident sexy kitten that was talking all that smack a few minutes ago.”

      Her embarrassment deepened, but somehow she managed to lift her head and smile.

      “Ah. There she is.” He leaned over and brushed a kiss against her temple. “All right, Ms. Thing. Now that you got me here, what are you going to do with me?”

      Anna felt small next to Taariq’s massive frame and for the first time she wondered, what am I going to do with him? In response, her gaze fell to his massive erection and another cycle of butterflies swarmed her insides.

      “Give me your hand.”

      That command managed to pull her gaze back up to his smoldering eyes. Of course there was still amusement laced with raw lust dancing in his dark orbs.

      “C’mon. Give it here.” He held out his hand.

      As if hypnotized, she followed his example and gave him her hand.

      He smiled and leaned in for another kiss.

      Anna met him halfway. She was already addicted to his taste. While their tongues danced with each other, Taariq wrapped her hand around his cock. It was hard, yet incredibly smooth. Curiosity led her to break the kiss so that she could stare down at the heady vision of his cock gliding smoothly in her hand.

      “Mmm,” Taariq moaned and then reached out for his pants where he retrieved a condom. He let Anna play for a little while, but then he quickly ripped open the foil and rolled the condom on in two seconds. “C’mere.” He rolled Anna back down onto her back and once again took the top position.

      Anna couldn’t help but marvel at how slow and deliberate Taariq’s lovemaking was … and that’s exactly what it felt like—making love. Sure, she was just looking for a warm body tonight. She would’ve settled for a quickie. But this felt … intimate and special.

      Was she crazy? Was she reading too much into it?

      Both were a possibility. She closed her eyes and took another trip to the land of fairy dust and unicorns while Taariq performed magic all over her body. When he lifted her hips off the floor, she fluttered her eyes open so that their gazes could lock when he entered into her. Her mouth slowly sagged open as he eased what felt like unending inches through her tight walls. When it felt like he was nearing the center of her belly, she pressed her hands against his ripped abs and weakly tried to push him back.

      “Almost, baby. Almost.” Deeper and deeper he sank.

      Restlessly, Anna tossed her head back and forth. She couldn’t possibly take much more of him … and yet, she did. At long last, she could finally feel the base of his cock and the weight of his heavy balls sink against her opening. She whispered a gratitude that she had survived such an impalement and that he waited a few heartbeats for her body to adjust to his incredible size.

      But then he started to move. His hips rocked slowly at first and then rotated in tiny circles.

      Anna’s mouth stretched wider, but she couldn’t manage to emit a single sound. Was he rammed against her vocal cords or something?

      “How do you like that, baby?” Taariq panted.

      The cocky question was laced with amusement. He knew that he was rocking her world, turning it inside and out. And when all she could manage was a whimpering moan, he elongated his strokes and stirred her honey pot so hard that she was slammed with two monstrous orgasms that had her clawing his back. When she finally managed to peek through the fan of eyelashes, she watched as ecstasy twisted his handsome features while a sheen of sweat blanketed his face. He looked like an African god, dominating her body as if it was nature’s right to do so.

      Their gazes connected and Taariq smiled wickedly before arching over and kissing her deeply. All the while, his hips never stopped. To no surprise, Anna’s body started to quake again, but this time when she came, Taariq swallowed her whimpering moans.

      How long they went at it, she didn’t know. It seemed to go on for hours—but that couldn’t be humanly possible. Was it? All she knew when she finally drifted off to la-la land was that their bodies were completely covered in sweat and she was completely satisfied.

      It was just too bad that the next morning she woke up in bed alone and it would be over a decade before they spoke to each other again.

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