The Unblocked Collection
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Authors: Marni Mann
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Seattle, WA 2015
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Seattle, WA 2015
COPYRIGHT 2015 MARNI MANN
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To Jesse James, my wonder twin, for being everything, always.
ONE.FRANKIE
HIS MOUTH CARESSED
the skin across my navel as my back arched off the bed. My nails dug into the mattress; a long, drawn-out moan escaped from my lips. His kisses quickly turned to licks. The tip of his tongue changed to a point during the upstroke, traveling as high as my nipples, and went flat during the downstroke where he paused at my folds. My legs spread, waiting for that pointed wetness to flap against my clit.
Nothing but air swished over me. His breath. Exhales that triggered the throbbing to pulse even faster.
“Please,” I begged. “Please make me come.”
A tease. That’s what this was.
I couldn’t remember a time when I had craved a man’s tongue this deeply. I hadn’t begged him with just my words, but with my hands, too, drawing his face even closer. I combed his soft locks as I drove the back of my head into the bed, anticipating the feeling that would shoot through me when he eventually gave me the pressure I needed.
