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“I don’t care. I want it faster. Harder.” Her eyes drifted open and he lost himself in their blue depths, his concentration so centered on her he forgot everything else.

He was falling for her. Hard. Fast. It scared him but it also made him feel good. It felt right.

Shit.

* * * *

God, his cock was so big and he was filling her so completely Janelle thought she might burst. Again and again, Nate stroked her deep, hitting her G-spot with his every thrust and withdrawal, keeping a leisurely pace that made her want to scream.

She wanted to be taken. She wanted it harder, faster, downright primal. Squeezing his shoulders, she lifted her hips, attempting to quicken the pace but it was difficult when she was pressed firmly against the wall.

“Nate.” She touched his face, cupped his chin and his lust-dazed eyes drifted open, his strokes becoming more pronounced. “I want more.”

His dark brows furrowed in confusion.

“I want it hard. Faster.” She kissed him. “Please.”

She had no idea what possessed her, but she wasn’t in the mood for soft, passive lovemaking tonight. She wanted it rough and exhilarating. She needed to see him lose control.

Eyes squinting, he watched her closely. “What exactly do you want, Janelle?”

“Fuck me.” Her eyes slid closed and she ground against him, earning a strangled moan from him for her efforts. “Fuck me, Nate.”

With a grunt, he did as she asked. His hips pumped hard, his cock thrusting in and out of her with a delicious friction that made her gasp and strain. Big rough hands gripped her buttocks, fingers dug into her flesh, bruising her, and she cried out, only to have the sound swallowed by his punishing mouth.

Yes, this was what she wanted. Sweaty, dirty, carnal fucking. His hands were brutal upon her tender flesh, his hips bumping against hers, his mouth and teeth and tongue devouring her.

She loved it, wanted more, her body so primed and ready to fall over that decadent edge which hovered just out of reach.

“Yes, yes,” she whispered over and over again after he released her mouth, her arms a stranglehold around his neck. Her breasts bounced with his every thrust, the sound of sweat-slicked flesh connecting

filling her ears.

She was so wet, she could hear the juicy clasp of her sex every time he pumped inside her and she moaned. Her head and belly tingled in anticipation.

Womb tightening, she gripped him harder, ground herself against him, and then she cried out, the orgasm overtaking her. Blissful tremors radiated from her belly outward, making her entire body tingle.

With a roar of her name he spilled himself, his hips tensing as his limbs shook with the power of his climax. Smoothing her hand over his hair, she soothed him with whispered words and soft kisses on his forehead.

He released her, setting her on her feet gently, his hands drifting across her shoulders in the barest of caresses. Tearing off the condom, he went into the kitchen and disposed of it.

Janelle stood where he left her on shaky legs, unsure what to do next. She was the tease who lured him up here in the first place. Would he stay the night?

Nate padded back into the living room, looking completely comfortable in his naked state. A zing of pleasure moved through her at the sight of him.

His arms bulged in the right places, strong and sure. His broad chest, flat abs and stomach were pure perfection. His cock stood at half-mast. Looking at him made her want him again.

She stood frozen when he approached, wary and a little worried. He slipped his arms around her waist and kissed her softly, immediately easing her fears. Her lips clung to his, she held onto him and he squeezed her tight.

“Bedroom?” he asked.

“Okay.” She nodded and disentangled herself from him. Taking his hand, she led him to her tiny room. Yet again, she felt awkward. This after-sex thing was hard, something she’d rarely experienced.

Since she’d never really had what someone would call a long-term relationship, she’d never dealt with it. She’d had plenty of sex, but it was usually the kind that ended with, ‘Hey, gotta go, been nice knowin’ you’.”

And then she never saw the guy again.

She’d never let herself be open to the possibility of a relationship before. They scared her too damn much.


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