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Her butt tightened, and she pressed her sex against his mouth. The pleasure too much to hold back as he held her pelvis in his hands and manipulated her orgasm higher and higher.

She panted, no longer cold from the lack of heat in the house. Burning up, she fisted his hair, preparing herself for what was to come. She was no longer in control of her own satisfaction. What Whip was doing to her pushed her forward with no hint of direction.

She was at his mercy. Sweet, sweet mercy.

He growled against her. The vibration left her trembling. Her pussy spasmed, and any hold she had disappeared.

Her body tensed, thrown into a dizzying frenzy. Her breath caught in her chest, and her back bowed.

Jolts of desire caressed every inch of her, curling her toes. And still, his tongue kept her going and going.

Chapter 8

Whip

Twyla's let go of her hold on Whip's hair, and her ass relaxed in his hands in instant relief. One taste of her wasn't enough. He wiped his mouth against her inner thigh and stood, relieving the pressure in his jeans.

She leaned forward. He put his hand between her breasts, stopping her from getting up.

"Give me your tits, sis." He unbuckled his belt.

She blinked, remaining on the couch. He grinned. Damn proud of himself. He'd worn her out, and that was some sexual high she was riding.

He reached in his jeans and brought out his cock. His balls tightened at the freedom, and he stroked himself, showing her what he had for her.

Snapped out of the haze he'd created, she lifted her shirt over her head and reached behind her back, and removed her bra. Her breasts fell free, and her nipples stood out for him.

He licked his lips, wanting those nubs back in his mouth but knowing he wouldn't last. Bending over, he licked a path up the middle of her chest, then picked up her hands and guided her to cup her breasts together.

Straightening, he fisted his dick and glided the hardness between the perky globes in front of him. A drip of his arousal eased his way.

Forward.

Back.

Long, fucking, thrusts bringing him to the toe of his boots and rocking back on his heels, only to draw him back faster, swifter.