Free Karibu Heat (Sequel to Kabana Heat) by Titania Ladley Page A

of her neck against the screaming protests of her mind. The thought
of receiving a hickey like some horny teenaged girl incensed some recklessness
in her that couldn’t be squelched. Her breasts smashed into him, the nipples
like flames of fire grazing the wall of his chest and ribs. Each suck he took
of her neck sent a waterfall of hot liquid plunging through her system and pooling
deep inside her cunt.
    She growled and
clutched his wide shoulders so she could rub her damp crotch over his clothed
shaft. “Yes, oh, yes.”
    “Hold on.” He
breathed hard and guided her hands to clutch the railing.
    Then he moved
lower. He raised her shirt, bared her engorged breasts and squatted in front of
her as if to worship her. He cupped and lifted each side with warm, moist
hands. His mouth moved from one to the other as if he couldn’t decide which one
to devour first. And devour he definitely did. His slick, wet tongue circled
her areolas. It alternated from one to the other, nipping, sucking, pulling with his teeth. Tingly firestorms seemed to melt her
nipples and dribble to her core, and she imagined his tongue to be the
campfire, her breasts the sweet marshmallows he roasted and ate greedily.
    With each suckle
and flick of his tongue, her head fell further back until she nearly lay supine
on the treadmill’s computer screen. “Mmm, feels good, feels so good.”
    “You just wait.”
He dropped to his knees and slowly dragged her shorts down to her ankles, His
hot gaze scanned every cell of her bared flesh like a laser, while cool air
fanned her damp, now exposed pussy. His big hands caged her ribs and then
grazed down to her hips. The painful pleasure of teeth nips ran a path back and
forth over her shuddering abs. He dipped his tongue in her navel and kissed her
belly ring before indulging in one long, devastating downward lick that settled
just above the piercing in the hood over her clit. Anjelee gasped at the
pleasurable assault. Though he hadn’t fully touched her nub, the quick little
licks of the jewelry sent tremors of pleasure pulsating to her center.
    “Jager…”
    His eyes looked
glazed when they inspected the length of her body and finally latched onto her
gaze. “I can’t help myself, you little thief. Just look at you. You’re naughty,
gorgeous, so fucking different from any woman I’ve ever made love to. Damn it,
I’ve gotta taste you. I know I shouldn’t, but… Hell
with it.”
    His
tongue emerged, long, pink, and glistening wet. He pushed lower, across her piercing and
through her folds. One hand forced her legs further apart. He dipped deeper
inside her, tongue-spearing her pussy, while he flicked his thumb over her
jeweled clit hood.
    “Oh… Ahhh,” was
all she could articulate.
    The dual
sensation of firm penetration and slick warmth deep between her thighs, coupled
with the hard dance of his fingertip, rocked her body and made her eyes cross.
Relentless heat flooded her center. She gripped the railings and closed her
eyes, her body quaking helplessly against his whiskered face.
    His tongue moved
upward and replaced his finger. “Mmm.” The groan vibrated his lips and
increased the almost unbearable desire raging in her core. He eased one finger
inside her. She moaned at the bliss of it, but the moan soon escalated into a
scream when he picked up the pace of his tongue on her clit and added to the
girth by penetrating her canal with three long, talented fingers.
    Somewhere in the
far-off distance, she heard the beep of a room key sliding into the door. But
holy moly, how could she stop him now? Ripples of the coming orgasm were
beginning to rise in her womb. She was just about to embrace that first swell
when he got to his feet and lifted her into his arms.
    “What—?
What are you doing?” She could barely talk, let alone breathe. His long,
clothed hard-on rubbed against her hip with each step he took. In the vague
peripheral distance near the door, she heard whispers, but nothing, not