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With both the hands around him, I touched his length, going from the base to the top, experimenting with his body as he grunted, his jaw clenching as his eyes locked with mine, my tongue lolling out to once lick his head, like a demonic spirit his muscular frame loomed over me as he hissed, his hands tightening in my hair still being gentle. "Seductress" he hissed at me. But as soon my taste buds sensed a salty essence mingle with the moan that fell from his lips as his head dipped back appreciating what a good girl I was, I lost sense of everything, my own pussy all hot and bothered. I took him slowly inside my mouth, down my throat pulling back up and again taking him all the way inside, although only one third of his length reached the back of my throat I still gagged making him take himself out to give me a second to breathe before thrusting again. "Such a pretty little baby" he said through gritted teeth as my hands wrapped around his length. I was almost insane, unaware of anything but only that I wanted to taste him, I sucked his cock furiously going back and forth swirling my tongue around him. His growled darkly making a whimper leave my lips. "Fuck Karma!" His hands in my hair guided my mouth to leave his cock with a pop sound making me sit back with teary eyes as he denied me. My mind almost did not register that I was still in one of his shirts that were completely wet by now clinging onto my skin. Only when he settled down at my height, sitting with his back against the green rockside scooping me up in in his lap did I noticed the barrier between us. Alistair's palm encircled my neck as he gave it a gentle squeeze, his rock hard cock embedded under my needy core. "Yes princess, cry like a canary for me."

‘I almost didn’t recognise you.’ Noelle froze. She didn’t have to turn around to know who was speaking to her. She hadn’t heard that low, rumbling growl of a voice in ten years. Slowly she turned and faced her former husband. The first sight of him in the shadowy foyer jolted her to the core. His hair was cut close, almost a buzz-cut. A long, livid scar of puckered reddened flesh bisected his right cheek, starting at his hairline and snaking all the way down to his jaw. ‘And I almost didn’t recognise you,’she said, keeping her voice crisp even though her knees were near to buckling just at the sight of him. He seemed taller and darker and bigger than before, although that was surely an illusion. She’d just forgotten the effect his presence had on her, the way he held himself so still and yet with such authority. The man she’d fallen in love with. She gave him as level a look as she could.‘What do you want, Ammar?’ ‘You.’