Make Me Scream by P.J. Mellor Page B

his hands. She never again intended to let a man have control over her. And, after the last two rock-her-world orgasms, she also never intended to be celibate again either.
    And Devon was the perfect man to introduce her to the hotter side of her sexuality.
    She sat up, her dress still bunched at her waist, pleased to see his Adam’s apple bob when he swallowed while still staring at her moist lips. Surprisingly it didn’t embarrass her. In fact, the knowledge that Devon lusted after her was very empowering.
    She tugged the waistband of his cargo shorts from his hands and pulled them down to his feet. His serviceable cotton boxers followed.
    Watching him watch her, she took the vibrator firmly in her hand and plunged it deeply into her body, arching at the delicious sensation that immediately followed. But no time to delay right now.
    Slowly, ever so slowly, she withdrew the dildo, performing little inflammatory circles on the way out until she was circling her opening with the warm, wet tip.
    Immediately she reached out, grasping his firm buttocks, and drew him close, circling the purple head of his engorged penis with the tip of the red vibrator.
    He closed his eyes and shivered. His hips convulsed, pumping against the device, flopping it one way and then the other.
    She stifled a giggle at the thought of dueling penises and gripped the base of his shaft, her little finger rubbing and circling his sack like she’d read about in a magazine at the grocery store.
    From the vibrations in his thighs, she assumed he liked what she was doing. Did she dare take it up a notch?
    Keeping the dildo at work battling Devon’s penis, she dipped her finger into the little pot, now on the coffee table in front of her, and quickly bathed Devon’s engorged tip, all the while stimulating him with the vibrator.
    In one movement, she tossed the vibrator down and closed her mouth over him. She swirled her tongue around and around, like she’d done with the vibrator, careful to keep her teeth sheathed. Encouraged by his moan, she sucked him more deeply into her mouth, all the while stroking his testicles while keeping a firm grip on his shaft.
    Her jaw began to ache, but the delicious tingling between her legs kept her sucking, wondering what would happen next.
    She didn’t have to wait long.

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    E very muscle in Devon’s body vibrated with need. A deep, primal need to mate. To plunge his throbbing cock to the hilt in the soft, wet warmth of the woman kneeling before him.
    Where had he set the damn condoms? He glanced frantically around for the candy dish he’d moved after Jamie’s mistake. Instead of laughing again, the thought of Jamie swallowing a condom had him impossibly harder.
    Something brushed Jamie’s back. Hot breath bathed her skin.
    Her blood ran cold.
    What was she thinking? Had Fred found her? Was he watching right now?
    “Lark, lark!”
    She released her suction and looked at Devon’s dog.
    Making eye contact, the dog ran to the window, barking all the way, and then ran to the door and back to the window.
    She stood, fumbling with her clothes. “I need to go. I’m sorry. Thanks for dinner.”
    “Wait!” Devon stumbled after her, tugging up his pants along the way. “Killer probably just needs to go out. He gets anxious about it if he waits too long. Just let me take him out and then we can—”
    “No, we can’t. This was a mistake, Devon. I’m not ready for, well, anything right now.”
    “But I—”
    “I can’t. I’m sorry. Bye!”
    He stood, barefoot, and watched until Jamie closed the door of her apartment. Next to his feet, Killer pranced, all but crossing his legs.
    “Oh, all right. Let me grab my flip-flops and we’ll go.” Stepping back inside, he slipped on the shoes and a shirt and took the leash from the hook by the door. “I want you to know you really messed up my date. I was this close.” He held up his hand as if the dog would know what he was talking about. “This close to ending