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Tamara

“Yes, so good,” I moaned into his mouth as Clint sunk his hard length inside me. The feel of him was my undoing. “Clint,” I moaned as he bottomed out as far as he could, the mushroomed tip of his hard dick kissing my cervix. “Fuck,” I hissed. That damn kiss was the start of us going down a dark and dangerous road. But as long as Clint was with me, I was okay with that.

“Feel that, Tamara?”

I nodded and moaned, “Mmmm hmmm.”

“That’s me claiming you as my woman. Now gimme this pussy.”

I couldn’t think straight. The deeper he went, the more I wanted. There was nothing about this that could be described as sweet or friendly. This was raw. This was needy. This was seven days of pent-up desire coming out all at once.

All I could do was moan in response. His thick shaft spread me open so fucking good. I’d had some good dick before, but this right here was amazing. He knew where to stroke, when to pull back, and when to just hold still, pulsing inside me as I writhed and moaned around his shaft.

“Please,” I begged. What else could I do? There was nothing else that I could say at this moment. “Clint. Please.”

“Please what, sweetheart?”

He knew exactly what the fuck I was begging him for. From the moment he carried my ass over the threshold of his bedroom, he knew what I wanted. What I needed.

That kiss downstairs never should have happened. There was too much attraction between the two of us. Clint knew it, and I sure as hell knew it. Damn, I’d been fighting it from day one. But that one kiss… was all it took. The moment our lips touched, my body lit up with need and desire. His cock thickened behind his jeans and lodged itself firmly under my ass.

Within moments, we were up here naked, with his face between my legs, sucking on my clit like a damn lollipop. How the fuck could one man be so good with his mouth. I think I shuttered and came at least three times before he slid up my body and pressed that big, beautiful, thick cock inside me.

“Tamara? I need you to use your words.”

Oh, he was one big-dicked, cocky assed motherfucker. How the hell was I supposed to use my words when my entire focus was on staying conscious and not exploding from pleasure.

“Fuck, baby. You feel so good. I knew from the moment I saw you. Everything inside me said you were meant to be mine.” He adjusted my legs, placing one over each shoulder. “You’re staying here with me tonight. I’m not letting you out of this bed. I plan to remove any doubt still lingering in your mind that we belong together.”

I gazed up at him, my gaze capturing his. His deep, intense gaze told me he meant every fucking thing he was saying. I only had to decide how I was going to respond. Not that he was waiting for an answer. He pressed his body down, widening my legs, making room for his large frame. My eyes rolled back in my head. In this position, he was hitting a spot inside my body that set off tiny explosions in my stomach. Each time he thrust inside, he brushed up against my hardened clit.

“Oh, yes,” I keened.

“That’s what the fuck I’m talking about.”

Clint turned into a whole fucking beast while fucking me. The friendly, relaxed ranch owner disappeared, and the man who was determined to fuck me into the mattress showed up. Either way, I was happy, and that was all that mattered.

“Harder. Faster,” I pleaded.

“Whatever you want,” he responded before leaning down, bringing his lips to mine. At the same time, spreading my legs even wider. His motions intensified. The thrusts became even more erratic.

He pulled his lips away from mine and buried his head against my neck, biting the skin slightly as I felt my body begin to careen out of control. My sheath was contracting around him. I could feel my toes curling as my breath hitched. “Clint! I’m-I’m coming. Oh, fuck. Yes.”

“Yes, Tamara. Come all over this dick. Show me how much you love feeling me inside you,” he whispered harshly in my ear.

It’s like I was waiting for him to give me permission. As soon as he said the words, I went over the cliff. My legs shot in the air as he continued to fuck me. I could hear the sounds of my release in the room as he slammed inside me.

“Yes, baby. Just like that. I’m right behind you.”

A keening wail released from me as the orgasm kept going, long after it should have stopped. I could feel my legs shaking. Damn, this motherfucker really was going to make me lose my fucking mind over some dick. He continued going for a few minutes, his mouth pressed against my neck, his breathing harsh and ragged, until his body tensed.

“Fuck, yes.” Then he captured my lips again in a searing kiss as I felt the warmth of his release.

It took a minute for me to get my bearings. My next thought was how soon can we do it again because that was fucking intense. Clint shifted to the side and laid on his back next to me in the bed. “Hold on, baby. Just give me a minute.”

“Take all the time you need,” I responded. After that, I wasn’t planning on moving anytime soon, so why would I ask him to? I felt him lift from the bed and walk into the bathroom, then water running, before he came out again holding a wet towel.


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