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As he suckled at her breasts, he pumped against her in steady rhythm. His thrusts moved her up and down on the cock in her ass. One hand slid between them, finding her clit as his pace increased.

She moaned helplessly as her orgasm built and swelled like an incoming tidal wave. Exquisite pleasure, the sweetest of agonies, bombarded her. Rained down like hail. Never had she experienced such cutting ecstasy. It hurt, it was beautiful, it was sweet, it was pain.

Her hands flew out, landing against the chest in front of her. Her fingers curled around his shoulders, holding on as she tried to breathe.

Higher. Longer. Harder. Tighter. The ripples began in her pelvis and fanned out, rushing faster and faster until she spun like a tornado.

They rammed into her, both sliding so deep. So, so deep. With a hoarse cry, she splintered and came apart.

The cock in her pussy jerked away. The bed dipped and impatient hands turned her face, a thumb prying at her mouth to open. The first jet of his release landed on her tongue just as she parted her lips. Then he slid inward, holding himself deep while he twitched and spasmed.

The man under her went still, waiting, his hands tenderly holding her hips as his cock snuggled deep in her ass.

The hands at her face went soft, stroking her cheeks as he executed short, quick strokes over her tongue. Finally he slipped away, and she swallowed then licked the stickiness from her lips.

To her surprise, he cupped her cheek and kissed her tenderly on her other cheek. It wasnt a passionate kiss. Oddly it was one of reverence. A sweet kiss.

Then she found herself being pulled away. The cock slipped from her ass as the man under her stood and cradled her in his arms. He laid her on the bed, and for a moment she was left alone. Surely they werent done. No, someone was sitting at her head now.

Her cheeks bloomed with heat when a warm, damp cloth soothed over her skin. Ah, theyd stopped to clean up as well. As soon as they were done, a body pressed down over hers, and a cock settled against her pussy.

He shifted and moved his hips but didnt seem to be in a hurry to gain entrance. Finally the tip slipped inside, and with a sigh he sank deep.

His forearms were pressed to the bed, and she could easily imagine him just over her, staring down as his hips flexed and rolled against her. She spread her legs, arching upward to give him a better angle.

This was as vanilla as sex could be and yet it was sexier than anything shed done with them yet. One on one contact, his body pressed so tight to hers, his warmth filling her.

She could sense him staring at her, intently, as if he found her the most desirable woman in the world. She raised her hands, wanting to touch him, but she got no further than his muscled arms.

Fingers curled gently around her wrists, pulling her hands away. The other man kissed her exposed palm as if to apologize but he kept her away from the man fucking her.

With a growl of frustration, she broke the silence.

"Why cant I touch you?"

He stilled above her, growing tense. His hands wandered down her body as he raised up to his knees, his cock still angled to reach her deepest parts.

She sighed knowing she wasnt going to get an answer. "Im sorry. Im not complaining. Honestly. "

He leaned down again, framing her face in his hands, and he kissed her. Before she could kiss him back, he drew away. His way of telling her it was okay? She smiled. There was something to he said about wordless communication. It was certainly effective.

She stretched like a lazy cat, the aftermath of her orgasm making her lethargic. The gentle rhythm of the cock sliding through her post-release screaming nerves stirred the beginnings of her arousal all over again.

The first night had been more hurried, as if they, like her, were so taken in by the experience that it was over before it even began. Tonight was different.

Theyd taken pains to take their time and even now there was no rush to release. Would they make love to her all night? Her pussy clenched in anticipation. Theyd opened her imagination up to all sorts of possibilities, and now she was anxious to explore.

Chapter 17

Beautiful. She was absolutely magnificent. His only regret was that he couldnt see her eyes, that she couldnt see him and know that it was him making love to her and not some nameless schmuck chosen for his dick size.

Nathan clenched his jaw as sweat beaded his forehead. He was ready to come, and it was taking every ounce of his restraint not to spend himself in her softness right now. He wanted her to orgasm again, though. This time with him. Just with him.

He lowered his head to kiss her neck, the delectable curve to her shoulder. He loved how she shivered and squirmed as if his touch was the most pleasurable thing shed ever felt.

With every thrust, she swallowed him, welcomed him into her body, and God, did she feel good. Swollen, so feminine and hot. Like a velvet clasp, holding him and stroking him as he stroked her.

She turned him inside out.

Raising back up, he looked down to where their bodies were joined and he withdrew, watching as her sheath sucked wetly at him. Her feminine curls were trimmed short in a neat triangle, but her lips were bare and soft, a sweet surprise hidden by the nest of dark hair.

Drawn to the softly swollen flesh, he ran a finger down the lips that hugged his cock. Back and forth, he moved, exerting just enough pressure to send himself deep before retreating.

He touched the hooded nub above where his cock dove inward. She jumped and then let out another breathy sigh that damn near had him coming. He stopped to collect himself, to try and hold on to his tenuous control.

Idly he toyed with her clit, enjoying how it swelled and strained, how she arched and writhed underneath him. Gently he pulled at it, careful not to hurt her, taking it between his thumb and forefinger as he stroked it.

When finally he felt her melt around his cock, going wet and wild in anticipation of her orgasm, he grasped her hips and bent to suck one pink-tipped breast into his mouth. Wanting to go with her, to take her with him, he thrust hard and harder still.

Her legs came up to wrap around his waist. His hands slid around to cup her ass, squeezing and holding her to him as he pounded into her again and again.

He nibbled and then licked at the sweet nipple just as he felt himself losing all sense of time or place. Frantically he grabbed at her, pulling her, pushing her, wanting her closer, straining to be inside her.

Faster, harder, the sweet friction against his cock drove him mad. The room around him blurred but not her. She remained as sharp and as focused in his vision. Constant. Beautiful. His.

Yes, she was his. She just didnt know it yet.

His balls drew up painfully. Fire gathered at the base and pushed upward, burning a path up his cock, holding, wavering. God. Then he erupted with a muffled gasp, jerking, heaving uncontrollably.

He couldnt get enough of her, couldnt get inside her deep enough. Her cry seared a path to his soul. His woman. His pleasure.

Gathering her fully into his arms, he held her while she went liquid around him, her legs weak and shaking as they slid down the length of his limbs. He held her, supported her, didnt want to let her go.

He inhaled her scent, holding it and savoring her natural sweetness with the musky scent of their passion. Addiction.


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