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tongue around it, toying with it. She purred her approval, and when he snaked his
hand down her still undone jeans, down inside her panties to touch the smooth, silky
heat of her sex, her purr turned into a full-blown growl.
Jaz worried her nipple between his teeth and slid two long fingers inside her
already clutching channel. It wasn t going to take much and she d be coming, and much
as he wanted her to come like this, right now he wanted her to come on his cock while
he was watching her beautiful face even more. He ground the heel of his palm against
her clit, driving her higher until she was on the edge, until she was writhing in the
seat&
He kissed his way up her chest and whispered against her mouth, Not until I get
inside you.
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Mandi watched as Jaz re-tied the laces of her boots. He had them resting on his
chest and they were all she had on. He d gotten her out of the car and had carried her
inside his house, straight through to his bedroom, and stripped her without a word.
Not that she d needed words then or now. All she needed was him inside her. His
hands on her only heightened her desire, her insatiable appetite for him.
When the last loop was secure, he coasted his fingers up her legs to her knees and
back down again, stroking her, caressing her, driving her crazy.
Now who s the tease?
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Takes one.
I d love you to take me.
He let her feet fall to the bed and spread her legs none too gently. She couldn t have
cared less. He was manhandling her again and, god, she loved it. When he was gentle,
rough, insistent or patient&
He shoved his own jeans down his hips and dropped to his knees on the end of the
mattress. Then he was on her, in her, sliding his arms under her legs, lifting them over
his shoulders.
Happy?
Ecstatic, she whispered once she caught her breath. She d had sex with him more
in one day than she d had in the last year with anyone and, dear heavens, she wasn t
sure she d ever tire of his size, his weight on her. He was sex personified and he wanted
her.
He. Wanted. Her.
The phrase played over and over in her brain, until he started fucking. Nothing at
all crossed her mind after that except for how incredibly sensitive her body was to his,
how accommodating her pussy was to his cock, how if she used her legs and pressed on
his shoulders she could fuck him even as he fucked her.
That s it, baby. Fuck me.
His arms were beside her head and she wrapped her hands around the thickness of
his wrists and continued to lift herself on him, continued to leverage her body up,
swallowing his hard length. God, Jaz&
I know. Give it to me. Come for me. You know you want to.
Oh yeah, she sure did. She wanted to give him anything he wanted. His blue eyes
pierced her and held her enthralled, captive. His hips punched forward and he plunged
deep even as she thrust up.
Give it up to me, Mandi.
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Faster. Harder. Her heels dug into his back, she could feel them connect and he
growled but didn t urge her to stop or let up.
That s it. More.
And then she was there, staring up into his eyes, seeing the grimace of a smile cross
his lips as he bared his teeth. He moved her legs off his shoulders and dropped on her,
rolling her until she was on top of him, up on her knees, riding him.
Her hands on his hard-as-steel chest, she held herself on them while she rocked her
pussy on the length of his cock, scraping her clit against the coarse thatch of his pubes.
Over and over, she pulled and pushed and fucked the shaft penetrating her, invading
her, impaling her.
With one hand he grasped her nipple.
With the other he grabbed her hair, made a fist and tugged. She creamed all over
him. She uttered a strangled cry as his hips bucked under her, pumping his come inside
her clasping cunt.
Told you, he gasped, drawing her down for a kiss and nestling her head in the
curve of his shoulder, not until I m inside you.
Mandi nodded, completely unable to speak, form a thought or do much more than
exist.
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