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This beautiful woman wants me.

And I want her.

More than anything else in this world.

My cock pulses in time with my frantic heartbeat, making thought difficult. When the back of my legs hit the bedframe, something breaks through the static of lust fuzzing my head.

“No,” I grit out.

Tricia’s body goes rigid, a flash of hurt tightening up her features.

Does she think I don’t want her?

Never that!

Her hand leaves my dick, her entire body withdrawing from me. Seizing her arms, I apply just enough pressure to keep her with me.

“I want you so badly,” I rasp, angling my face closer to hers, feeling her sweet breath against my lips. “Just not on this bed.”

Stealing a quick kiss leaves me hungry for so much more and it takes effort to get out the rest of the words. “I want you in my bed, Tricia, not the cats’ bed that’s full of their hair.”

“Lead the way,” she says with a smile full of promise. Her fingers trail down my stomach, leaving the muscles quivering in anticipation.

She expects me to let her walk to my room after just agreeing to be mine? Not happening.

I palm her soft, utterly delectable ass and haul her closer, my lips absorbing her squeal of surprise when I lift her into my arms. Her legs wrap around my waist, spreading her wide and pressing her against my straining erection.

Walking her into my bedroom, the friction on my dick is intense and I’m staggering when we finally make it to my bed.

Gently, I lay her back on the dark sage comforter. Her legs release my waist, and she smiles up at me.

The sight of her laying there, long blonde hair spread out over my pillow, her lips parted as she waits, is one that will forever be burned into my brain.

“You are so…” I swallow hard. “You’re everything,” I finish, uncaring of how that still somehow isn’t enough to convey my thoughts.

“Matt.”

Tricia reaches for me, and I fall into her welcoming embrace, my lips frantically connecting with hers.

Eagerly and clumsily, we kick off our shoes and struggle out of our clothes, warm skin on warm skin feeling so utterly right. Her pink nipples brushing against my chest has my breath leaving me in gasps. My unrestrained cock rubs against the smooth skin of her pussy and my balls pull up tight to my body as my breath escapes in a hiss from between my clenched teeth.

It's been years since I’ve had sex and I’d like to blame that for why I feel like I’m seconds away from coming, but it’s not that.

It’s her.

“You are so unbelievably sexy,” I whisper, staring down into her passion-blown, wide blue eyes.

“Beautiful,” I say, pressing a kiss to her lips.

Working my way lower, I swipe my tongue across a tempting nipple, glorying in the way she thrusts upwards, seeking more of my mouth on her. I suck the hard straining bud between my lips, swirling my tongue around it and feeling it constrict further in the sucking heat of my mouth.

“Matt,” Tricia pants, her fingers raking through my hair, holding me captive to her breasts, while her hips thrust and grind into my stomach, the perfume of her arousal saturating my senses.

I switch back and forth between her breasts, planting kisses in the shallow valley between them as I go.

Her breasts aren’t large, the slight pale mounds quivering with her fast breaths, as I raise my head and gaze down at them with wonder. My hands cover them completely and fierce possessiveness throbs through me. They’re perfect because they’re hers and at this moment, they are mine.

“Tricia, what you do to me,” I growl against her soft belly, my tongue licking a hasty path to the tiny strip of dark blonde hair between her legs.


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