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My balls drew tight as I watched her, the mental fantasy combined with reality, a potent drug that slammed my system into overdrive. Pulling on her hair, I eased her back.
“No,” I said when she tried to touch me, grabbing her wrists in my hands. “I’m about two seconds from coming, and when I do, I want to be inside you.”
She blinked lazily, reminding me of a feline. “Okay.”
“Fuck, you’re dangerous,” I muttered. “Get on the bed.”
Her lips curved, and I had to force myself not to crush that smiling mouth with my own.
As she slid back onto the bed, I grabbed the box of condoms. Ripping a foil packet off, I tore it open and almost dropped the damn rubber in my haste. It was a miracle my hands weren’t shaking by the time I had it in place.
Tina’s eyes were fogged with heat and want as I stretched out on top of her, her mouth seeking mine. Kissing, in my experience, was usually little more than a means to an end.
But not with this woman. Her sweet, lush mouth was one I could feast on endlessly, especially when she made those soft moans as I settled between her thighs. Taut muscles trembled as I rubbed my cock against her folds, then tightened around my hips as I pressed against her. We kissed.
She was tight as a fist as I pushed inside, a soft sound of distress escaping her. Breaking the kiss, I lifted my head to look into her eyes. Her mouth parted on another gasp as my weight shifted.
“Are you alright?”
She sucked in a breath, eyes closing. “I…yeah. It’s just…been a while.”
“I guess that explains why your pussy is like a fist.”
Her eyes flew back open, and she stared at me.
Against my chest, the hard thrust of her nipples seemed to pulse, and her cunt tightened around me even more. Smiling slowly, I stroked a hand up her side and cupped one round, plump breast, stroking with my thumb. I took my time, and when I reached the stiffened areola, she was all but pushing into my touch.
“You haven’t had too many lovers indulge in dirty talk, have you?”
Mutely, she shook her head, but the glint in her eyes told me what I already knew.
She liked it.
“That’s too bad. You should have a man who doesn’t mind telling you that your tits are beyond perfection.” I tugged on her nipple. She jolted, her hips rocking up as if there was a band between her breasts and pelvis, and that touch incited a chain reaction.
My cock pulsed at the milking caress of her cunt, and it took every bit of control I had not to thrust into her to my balls. Then again, over and over, until we both shattered.
“Perfection,” I said again before ducking my head. Pushing her breast up with my hand, I caught her nipple in my mouth.
She cried out and fisted her hands in my hair, pressing me closer.
I thrust deep, burying my dick inside the hot, honeyed depths. And she bucked again, jerking her hips and shuddering as she climaxed. I gritted my teeth against my orgasm and held off, pressing my hips into hers as she thrashed under me.
It could have gone on for seconds. It could have gone on for hours. Either way, it ended far too soon, and when she lifted her lids to look at me from drugged, sated eyes, I had only one thing to say…
“Again.”
Before she could respond, I pulled out, went to my knees, and flipped her onto her belly.
She moaned as I thrust into her, and she moved back on me eagerly.
Fuck. I’d thought taking Tina to my bed would fix this fascination.
But I already knew it hadn’t worked out that way.
I just wanted more.
And more.