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She almost flew off the bed. The hot fluid sprayed out in thin, sharp arcs that gurgled
and bubbled in the antechamber of her cunt, fizzing almost like soda pop and bursting
against her sensitized nerves. How& how& she gulped.
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You ve got to work it into a foam in your mouth.
Oh my God. Her head flopped back onto the pillow and she drew a shaky hand
across her brow. He folded her bent knees up against her chest and gently rolled her
over onto her side. Then he moved behind her, his abdomen cupping her ass. She felt
the solid swell of his cock investigating her pussy. You never stayed long enough for
me to come like that before, she murmured, recalling how he used to hit and run.
Tonight I wanted to leave you with more than a lick and a promise.
Lifting her top leg slightly, he eased the tip of his velvety head into her opening.
His chest settled against her spine and while one arm held her leg aloft, the other came
under her neck in a headlock, his hand sliding down far enough to fondle a nipple as he
slipped his cock deeply inside.
Jagged puffs of breath traveled her ear canal, grazing the drum and making it
spasm like a clitoris. She flinched and trembled in the headlock, wanting to escape the
torture and needing to stay forever. Her head shook, so he steadied it with his own,
trapping her in a dizzying fury of vibration.
His hard cock filled her, balls snuggling her labia, fuzzy thighs sanding the back of
hers. The heat of his chest on her back and the mold of his face against her neck,
rubbing up and down like a cat marking its territory, had her whimpering with each
languid thrust.
Her slickness allowed him to move like a well-oiled piston. He let her top leg droop
onto the other one, tightening her around his slowly pumping shaft and bringing her
clit into contact with the thick, ridged vein underneath.
Maybe this Mark likes you. Maybe you should give him a chance.
Why did Mark keep intruding into the conversation and spoiling the mood? Did
her subconscious know something she didn t? See something she d missed? Was DL
trying to pawn her off on him? Good luck with that.
He groaned and a film of sweat broke out on his forehead. He rolled it against her
cheek, his musky, aroused scent rising like steam into the air between them. The hand
that had supported her leg palmed her mound, middle finger sliding down the wedge
of her crevice so its entire length became devoted to massaging her clit. Up and down it
slid, harder, softer, faster, slower. His other hand plucked each nipple in turn, palming
and kneading her breasts. And all the while, his engorged cock was rolling and
twitching inside her.
With all the other sensations clamoring for first place, the delicate motion of his
hips barely registered until the walls of her pussy started humming. His bulbous head
teased her G-spot, making the band of nerves contract and wrap around him. Pleasure
fanned through her muscles and ligaments, softening and stretching them like taffy. She
pressed her ass against his abdomen, spreading her legs and wiggling to urge him
deeper. He allowed her only so much movement, though, before he gripped her pelvis
and held her steady, insistent on a methodical torture that was killing her.
Take it easy, he whispered. We have all night.
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What was the rush before?
I had many distractions. Now there s just you.
He harnessed her upper body with rippling, muscled arms, lifting her slightly off
the mattress and bringing his hands up to cup her face. Sweeping her damp, shaggy
hair back, he pressed open-mouthed kisses along her cheeks, his pinkies grazing the
bones of her eyebrows and tracing the fine tips of her lashes.
Many distractions. Most in the afternoon. Although she hated to, she had to ask.
Were you married? She d hie to a nunnery if he d been taste-testing her while
actually prepping dinner for the little woman.
No.
Or doing homework with the, Children?
He hesitated. No.
Phew. Then what distractions?
Ten fingers pressed her lids closed and covered them like a sleep mask. One by one,
his fingertips tapped the tension out of her brows until her eyelids felt heavy, drugged
and unwilling to re-open.
I was traveling. In a ship.
A businessman? Who took business trips in ships?
Now I m here.
His magical hands left her face, stroking back down to her breasts, cupping them
and flicking each nipple in time with some up-tempo thrusts. Even though she lay
anchored on the mattress, she felt suspended from him with his arms supporting her
middle and his cock spindling her cunt.
Are you real?
He thumped his cock against her backwall, sending jolts of pleasure through her
body. Her labia caught and held his balls. He pressed his chest to her spine and
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