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Gripping the flesh, he lifted her to him, bringing a startled gasp from her lips. He moved only as far as it took to sit back on the sofa positioned near the door.
“No bed, huh?” she gasped, gripping his shoulders when he released her to divest himself of his pants.
“They’re overrated.” Gripping her hips, he moved her over the engorged length of his erection, groaning when the slick folds of her sex grazed the wide, blunt crest.
“I can’t wait, ’Lyssa,” he groaned heavily. “Foreplay next time.”
“Next time,” she agreed, feeling more of the slick moisture spilling from her as heavy pressure began parting the entrance.
That pressure increased, parting the clenched flesh, easing inside her with slow, rocking thrusts that devastated her senses.
“Ah, baby,” Shane groaned as the inner muscles tightened around him and she rocked into each thrust, taking him deeper.
His fingers bunched in the hair at the back of her head, holding her still, her face lifted to his as he let his forehead rest against hers.
Powerful muscles tightened between her thighs, his hips tensed. Tightening her hold on his shoulders, Alyssa stared up at him as a grimace of pleasure contorted his face.
Iron-hard and throbbing, only the crown of his cock penetrated her, holding her suspended within the pleasure gathering inside her.
“What are you waiting for?” She was trembling in anticipation, moisture gathering, slick and hot and spilling along her inner flesh. “Fuck me already.”
His hips jerked, a hard thrust that buried his cock deeper, parting the hyper-sensitive flesh with a sudden, shocking rush of pleasure-pain. That border where the body’s ability to discern the difference and respond to both drew a low, desperate cry from her lips.
“So sweet.” His voice was hard, tight from the effort it took to hold back. “I want to just feel you for a minute. So hot and slick. Stroking my cock as you tighten on me.”
The muscles of her vagina flexed, rippling around him in a surge of exquisite sensation.
“Your minute’s up,” she whimpered. “God, Shane, I can’t stand—”
His hips drove up, fully impaling her, his cock burying to the hilt as his lips slammed over hers, taking her sudden, shocking cry of pleasure.
Shocking, brilliant surges of sensation began racing through her body, burning through her senses as he began moving beneath her. Each thrust, each hard, burning impalement, stoked the gathering inferno building inside her.
She felt stretched to the limit, her inner flesh struggling to accept the width and length of him even as her senses gloried in each stroke of agonizing pleasure. Holding her to him, his lips covering hers and taking the desperate cries escaping her, he pushed her toward the gathering chaos building through her.
She felt too far away, unable to reach the brilliant arcs of ecstasy waiting to pierce her senses. They gathered, building, drawing her inexorably toward that chaos, but not fast enough. It was growing, brighter. Her pussy tightened around the shaft hammering at her senses, stroking through flesh growing more sensitive by the second, with each thrust, until she was crying beneath his kisses. She was desperate, mindless with the furious, white-hot need whipping through her. The sound of flesh meeting, perspiration slickening their bodies, her moisture growing slicker, hotter.
Shane’s hands tightened at her rear, parted the rounded globes, allowing his fingers to find the little entrance of her rear, slick with the moisture spilling from her vagina. Stroking it, pressing against it. Tearing his lips from hers, he laid them against her ear, his fingers still pressing against that entrance, stealing her breath with the additional sensation gathering around her.
“I’ll have Sebastian fuck that pretty pussy,” he groaned, his breathing hard, rough. “I want inside this hot little ass, Alyssa. I want to hear your cries as I stretch you, watch you take me there again, feel you accepting me.…”
She could feel it, that storm beginning to wrap around her, to pierce her flesh, to burn inside her.
“Shane!” Crying his name, she shook in his hold, tremors beginning to overtake her, racing through her as the white-hot ecstasy took hold.
Shane’s fingers pierced that entrance, stretching it, stroking, moving against it as the explosion ruptured her senses and imploded in white-hot, cataclysmic waves of pleasure so intense, so ecstatic, she was certain she couldn’t survive it. Certain at one point that she died in his arms for a heartbeat of time.
Between her thighs Shane’s thrusts became quicker, harder, shuttling through the tightening clench of inner flesh until he buried deep, a harsh, broken sound of pleasure rasping from his throat as she felt the first, hard pulses of his release. Jetting inside her, each hard surge of his seed another caress, another blinding sensation that extended the rapture holding her for precious, brilliant seconds.
It was the same with Shane as it was with Sebastian. Each time they touched her, took her, filled her with such impossibly ecstatic pulses of pleasure, they bound her more firmly to them. Each time they touched her, they locked her emotions tighter against any chance of another man possessing them.
They completed her.
And if they were taken from her again Alyssa feared there would be no surviving the loss or the grief that would destroy her.
And she had a very bad feeling that whoever was determined to get to her, to ensure she was forever taken from their lives, was going to be far harder to stop than any of them imagined.
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