บททั้งหมดของ Satisfying Her Darkest Fantasies: บทที่ 1051 - บทที่ 1060

Colt hit pause. “You okay?”India shook her head.“What’s wrong?”“I hate losing a bet.” Then she attacked him. The popcorn bowl hit the floor. She bounced on his lap, kissing and biting and scratching like a wildcat.He loved every fucking second of it.“Hang on, lemme get this shirt off.”“Hurry. Hurry, hurry, hurry.”Somehow between India’s frantic kisses, he got rid of his boxers. Luckily he’d remembered to bring a couple condoms and he was suited up in no time.“Fuck me, Colt, please.”“Oh, I’m gonna fuck you. It ain’t gonna be sweet and easy.”Colt turned her toward the TV. “Spread your legs. Grab onto the coffee table. Yeah, Indy, that’s sexy as hell.” The second his cock touched the slippery core of her, he hissed.He clicked back to the beginning of the scene and hit play.Then he lifted her slightly and plunged in.She pushed her hips back at him. “Again.”Colt obliged her, keeping a relentless pounding rhythm. He looked up at the screen. The brunette was busy eating pussy.

“Are you going to let me—”“Not yet.”He took great pains to erase all remnants of the caramel with his Hoover-like mouth. He inserted one finger in her pussy as he lightly tongued her clit. Then he inserted a second finger as he slurped at the sweet stickiness from the folds.“How long—”“Until I say.” He began to fuck her with his clever fingers while his tongue flicked. “I like sweet caramel.” He blew a cool stream of breath over her hot tissues. “But I prefer your sweet juices.” Colt latched onto her clit and sucked without pause. His fingers curled inside her, gently rubbing at a spot beneath her pubic bone. The tension coiled tighter and when she exploded with a gasp resembling a scream, he chuckled against her wet flesh.Every throb, every pulse, every muscle twitch synchronized into a whole body orgasm. Just as India caught her balance, Colt knocked her off balance again. She was flipped over face-first on the table.Colt yanked her hips back until the lower half of her body h

“Maybe you’ll rethink that statement when you see what I’ve drawn.” India watched him as he crawled toward her. With each inch he edged closer, she hugged the sketchbook tighter.“Lemme look at the picture, Picasso.”“No way.”“I want to see how you see me.”“No.”“Please? With caramel on top?”She shook her head. “Back off.”“Huh-uh. Don’t make me tickle you to get what I want.”“You wouldn’t dare!”“Don’t dare me. I rock at double-dog and triple-dog dares and don’t get me started on truth or dare. Plus, I know all your ticklish spots. Hand it over.”“Come and get it, McKay.” She attempted to roll off the bed.His hand circled her ankle and he tugged her back on the mattress.India shrieked and tried to wrench free, which only increased his determination.Colt attacked her feet. She yelped and swatted at him with the sketchbook. He snatched it from her with one hand. “Hah!”“Hey! Gimme that back, it’s mine.”“In a sec. I just wanna look.” He studied it before his eyes met hers. He fl

Make him lose control. So why did she have whipped cream smeared all over her chest and her sex was spasming?Just lucky.Time to spread the luck around.Colt scattered sticky kisses back to her lips and devoured her mouth. He tasted sweet and spicy and darkly male.She used her teeth on his jawbone. Kissed his dimples. Blew in his ear until he shivered. “Take off your sweats.”He went utterly still. “What?”Her tongue darted out and flicked his earlobe and he moaned.“I’m going to squirt whipped cream all over your cock, Colt. I’m going to lick and suck it off. Then I’m going to suck you off. You’re going to come in my mouth and I’m going to swallow every creamy spurt.”“Jesus.”“Any more questions?”“Hell no.”India grabbed the can, climbed off the chair and shut off the TV.In record time, Colt’s sweats and boxers sailed to the floor.The little vixen trailed the fringed end of the dishtowel over his thighs and stomach. His flesh rolled beneath her touch and he recognized the power

“You’re so beautiful. So sexy. I could lap you up.” Colt scooted beneath her. He curled his hands around her ass and pulled her pussy to his mouth, so she was sitting on his face. He licked her folds and suckled her pussy lips and fucked her entrance with his tongue. When she was whimpering and grinding her hips, he latched onto her clit and sucked until she screamed. And while India was still coming down from her orgasm, Colt slid out and licked her again. From her piercing to the pucker of her ass.He painted that sweet rosette with his saliva. When she mewled cries and thrust her hips back, he spread her ass cheeks with his hands and thrust his tongue into that tight hole. Over and over.Licking. Sucking. Making her loose and ready.She softly whispered, “Oh God.”Colt kissed his way up the crack of her ass and her arched spine. His body covered hers and he pressed his forehead to her nape. “Your ass is mine. No condom. I want you to feel every inch of me sliding into you. I want y