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If she wants it fast and dirty tonight, the more she’s warmed up, the harder I’ll take her.
“I’ve never felt anything so perfect,” she says, reading my mind and letting out another sultry groan.
“Never,” I agree. “More to come. Hold the fuck on, darlin’. We’re gonna go hard.”
She wraps her legs around my hips and lifts her head up to kiss my chest, adding this teasing nip of her teeth.
Fuck, I can’t hold on any longer.
My hips peel back and crash into hers again, one harsh, full-bodied stroke.
I love how her eyes flutter shut as she lifts her hips to meet me several strokes later, sucking me in all the way to the base of my cock.
For such a small woman, it’s a miracle how well she takes me.
It’s like we were built to fuck, crafted for passion, meant to be tormented with a decade apart so this—fucking this—would be that much more rewarding.
Hell, I make sure we’re both rewarded plenty as my speed picks up, slamming myself into her, grinding my pubic bone down hard on her clit.
I thought I’d be the one in trouble trying to last, but Tory loses her mind in a matter of minutes, riding my fullness with these mad, desperate jerks of her body.
She practically climbs me as I fuck her deeper, faster, harder.
We’re a mess of tangled limbs, moving as one, and the magic words hurl her straight over the edge the second they’re torn out of my mouth.
“Come like you mean it, Peach,” I snarl, sending her eyes to nirvana as they waver shut with one last glimpse of my crazy sex gaze.
Fuck.
She nearly rips an orgasm right from my balls when her pussy hugs me so tight, constricting, her release rocking every bit of me.
Somehow, I’m still thrusting, powering straight through her release, hammering her with pleasure like a storm churns the sea.
Call it what you will.
Embellished, over the top, outrageous, even a little violent.
Whatever.
It’s exactly how Tory Three Names makes me that much more addicted, that much more driven to own every bit of her.
She barely gets a minute to catch her breath before I’m flipping her over, finding my place.
I mount her from behind when she’s on her knees, feeding inch after raging inch in, kissing the back of her neck, then stopping with my lips near her ear.
“Hands above your head. Grab the pillows if you need to. Keep your ass up,” I whisper darkly. “Tonight’s the night I make you forget every man you’ve ever fucked.”
I can’t help it.
It’s jealous as hell and maybe a little psycho, but truly?
There’s exactly one fucking snail I want to erase from her brain, her body, her soul.
And if I can grind him out of her by bringing her off so hard she can’t remember her own name, Lord knows I’ll try.
She’s made me a Tory-crazed monster.
Still, judging by the way she gasps and how her walls milk my cock, it seems I ain’t the only one interested in making that happen.
She’s fucking me as much as I am her now, and it’s devastating.
A high unlike anything I’ve ever known whips through my brain. I clamp my jaw tight, wanting to drag this out as long as possible.
With long, languid strokes, I make sure my balls slap her swollen clit.
She moans real sweet for me a little while later, flinging her ass back into my abs, her fingernails tangled in the pillows over her head as she arches. Screams. Comes un-fucking-done.
Shit!
I don’t know what comes over me when my hand flies out and crashes across her ass cheek. But it makes her come instantly, so I drive on harder, losing myself in her climax.
“Coming with you, Peach. Hold the fuck on.”
And I do.
An electric current blasts up my spine as I get in a few last angry thrusts, then piston down against her ass, burying myself balls deep a split second ahead of the torrent that rends me in two.
Holy fuck.
I’m barely human when I come inside her, my spine bent and my head back, hurling every last fiery drop in her depths.
I’ve reverted back to some savage, primal thing.
A beast absolutely crazed to plant his seed hot and hard and deep, and brand this girl from the inside out.
Forget control.
It ain’t just Peach losing herself in complete surrender and unconditional rapture, forgetting what she is as she squeals, her pleasure heightened by my flood.
I’m the one who forgets my own name.
Every last shitty, stubborn, unbreakable mountain between us comes crashing down as I empty my balls, snarling out her name, filling her with a passion and a roar that’d scare a lion.
My fingers are pale, digging into her cheeks, fusing us together.
Everything drops away except for us and how fucking good we feel locked in bliss.
Spent, I release the death-grip on her ass and brace my weight on my arms so I won’t crush her as I relax, hovering over her body gently, brushing my lips across hers as she turns her head.
