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Her eyes closed, the memory pulling her in, the drugging pleasure and need for the sensations she knew Shane could give her weakening her.
“Don’t do this to me,” she whispered, her lips brushing against his as he teased her with the threat of his kiss.
“I pulled you to me, turned your back to me, and that pretty hand gripped my cock and placed the head there at the entrance of your tight little ass.”
She jerked, the memory of that pleasure, the lashing, burning sensations, destroying her.
“As I pushed inside you, you were crying for me, Alyssa,” he reminded her. “Moving against me, taking every increment with such heat I thought I’d die. Backing to me until my dick was buried to the hilt inside you, and begging Sebastian to fuck you again. And he did.” His jaw flexed with the strength of the tension rising higher inside him. “While you leaned back to me, my cock stretching you until you were crying out your pleasure, until you screamed with each thrust as Sebastian sank into your sweet pussy again.”
Her eyes closed, a cry spilling from her lips at the sudden heat surrounding her nipple. Her knees were pushed back, held in place with his arms, and before she could draw in a shocked breath he’d torn her panties from her hips and two fingers pushed demandingly, dominantly, inside the clenched depths of her sex.
Her orgasm was immediate. Shocking.
It exploded through her senses with a detonation that seared her senses as his lips slammed over hers.
It wasn’t a gentle kiss. It wasn’t an easy kiss. It was a prelude to the thick, heavy weight of the flared crest of his cock pushing inside her a moment later.
“Alyssa … Ah God. Ah, baby…”
Tight heat, rippling, clenching, flexed around his cock like a silken vise as it pulled the hard flesh inside; her pussy milked and caressed the engorged head of his dick, then inch by inch the throbbing, sensitized stalk.
Holding back his release would kill him. It would destroy him.
No condom. Sebastian had already spilled his release inside her and Shane was desperate to do the same. She’d known he would be here. She’d known he was coming for her. She’d been standing there waiting for him and he’d known it. Her expression soft, filled with remembered pleasure and aching need.
Taking her easy wasn’t an option. As hungry for her as he was, eight years of pent-up, desperate greed was like a crazed instinct now. Get inside her, ride her with the hard, burning thrusts he knew she craved, then spill himself inside the giving depths of her body.
He couldn’t push back the animalistic urge. Had she mentioned it, had she, for even a second, questioned the lack of protection, then he would have donned the condom he’d brought. He’d meant to protect her. But he knew what they’d had in Spain was all the sweeter for feeling her inner flesh rippling around his naked cock, clenching it and tugging his release from him with those spasming little ripples in her pussy.
Pushing in hard, deep, he stilled, some broken edge of consideration digging into him with razor sharpness.
“Tell me now,” he groaned, one hand gripping the back of her head to tilt it back, watching as her eyes drifted open. “Tell me to protect you now.” The words strangled him as he forced them from his lips. “Tell me to protect you, Alyssa, or I swear to God I’m going to come inside you so hard it will burn both of us alive.”
Her nails rasped along his belly before her slender fingers gripped his naked hips, her knees clenching at them while the internal muscles of her pussy rippled over his cock with flexing strokes. He couldn’t imagine losing the feel of her naked flesh clamped on him, but he would, if that was what she wanted.
Dark stormy gray eyes slitted open, a flush rushing from her breasts to her hairline.
“Then make us burn,” she seemed to dare him. “Burn us alive, Shane.”
Levering back, spreading her thighs, and holding them in the wide grip of his fingers, Shane watched as he withdrew from her body, the heavy layer of her juices clinging to the broad shaft stretching her, stroking her.
“Look, baby,” he crooned, flicking a glance at her to be certain she was indeed watching as all but the engorged crest pulled free of her. “Am I hurting you, Alyssa? Be sure.”
He had never understood how he and Sebastian hadn’t hurt her. There had been times in Spain that their hungry lusts had ridden her for hours at a time, exhausting her, leaving her wilted against their bodies as they fought to still the hunger for her.
It had never stilled. It never would still.
“I love watching your pretty pussy take me,” he groaned. “To see your clit, so swollen and red, throbbing, begging for that one touch that’ll set it off.” He looked up at her again. “Stroke your pretty clit, Alyssa. Let me watch. Let me feel you come for me there. Feel your pussy clamp down on me—” A harsh, brutally guttural groan was torn from him as her fingers moved to the little bud.
Graceful, sensual, she stroked the flushed little knot of nerves, her breath catching as her inner muscles tightened further on the stiff erection he pushed inside her again.
Hard. Her juices rushed to meet the impalement as her hips jerked, a cry tearing from her lips.
“Fuck me, Shane.” She was barely coherent, her fingers moving on her clit as he began thrusting heavily inside her. “Give me, before I die for it—”
Give me. Those two words. Give me …
He gave her. He gave her every hard inch, every thick, furious thrust, as he stared down at her, ached for everything he and Sebastian had lost with her. And when she twisted beneath him, jerking, shuddering, and flying into ecstasy with her second orgasm, Shane let himself give everything to her.
