Free Garden of Desire: 1 by Delilah Devlin Page B

electricity from her breasts to her groin. She whimpered like a kitten.
    Cantor’s face drew taut, his jaw a sharp-edged blade. A quaking started deep within her womb that caused her belly to quiver and her legs to shake so violently, she dug her heels into the mattress in a vain attempt to still them.
    Cantor smoothed his hands along the inside of her thighs and kissed her mons. “Shhhh. It’s all right, baby. Don’t fight it.”
    But Fahgwat couldn’t stop shaking. Cantor suckled her pussy, drawing her outer lips into his mouth to chew gently.
    She jerked and moaned, urging him with her thighs pressed to his cheeks to give her a deeper kiss. He parted the delicate petals framing her sex and stroked her hot core, lapping, swirling— drinking . All the while his tongue worked within, his fingers massaged her outer lips, building the heat.
    Fahgwat squirmed and gasped. Her hands squeezed her breasts, and she discovered that if she pinched the tips with her fingers, a delicious painful jolt of desire fed the fire he stoked below. She begged Cantor for relief—incoherent, throaty murmurs, which gained a rhythm that matched her undulating hips.
    When he scraped her tender flesh with his shadowy beard, she mashed her pussy against his face to increase the friction and a fresh wash of liquid heat spilled from inside her.
    Then his mouth closed over a painfully sensitive spot at the top of her cunt and he sucked it hard. Fahgwat shattered into a million pieces, screaming as dark, delicious tide swept over her. Her hips twitched and rolled, and Cantor’s hands closed on her buttocks to hold her still for his plundering mouth.
    Sobbing his name, Fahgwat fell into darkness.

Chapter Six
     
    Cantor pressed soft kisses to Violet’s inner thighs while her trembling subsided. Violet! What a sweet, demure name—it didn’t match the fiery spirit of the girl who’d demanded her release, who’d plotted with another to seduce him.
    Christ , she’d been sweet! Her responses to his lovemaking had been everything a man could want. When she’d quivered and jerked beneath his mouth, he’d felt powerful and possessive of her body. She’d writhed for him .
    With her cum still bathing his tongue and the scent of her musk in his nose, he was overwhelmed with his own responses. His chest and shoulders strained with the need to crawl over the girl and surround her with his arms and body. His cock was so engorged he could drill a hole in the mattress.
    His face still hovering above her pussy, he could well imagine how it would feel to slide between her dark, furled lips. How tight and small— and hot and wet —she’d be.
    He stroked a finger over her sopping cleft, and then couldn’t resist the urge to explore a little deeper. He pressed the tip inside her opening.
    Violet moaned, but her knees fell farther apart. An invitation to explore, although her eyes were still closed and her hands rested beside her face on the pillow where they’d fallen when she climaxed.
    He pushed inside her to the second knuckle, and her juicy walls closed around him, constricting to draw him deeper. Pulling his finger out, he painted the moisture on her petals, and then traced a path downward to circle the small, dusky rose of her anus.
    Violet groaned and he looked up. Her eyes were slitted, staring at him, and her hands were on her breasts again, squeezing and tugging the small mounds. His gaze never wavered from hers as he pushed his fingertip inside her ass. Her mouth opened around a shocked gasp, but she didn’t retreat. Indeed, her hips pumped, and Cantor buried his finger inside her, all the while wondering how her tight little ass ring would feel around his cock.
    He ground his groin into the mattress, and sank his face into her pussy again to lap at her slick flesh. Then he drove his finger in and out as deep as he could reach.
    Violet squealed and the tight little ring clamped around his finger, contracting tighter around him. “Can- torr ,