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Her head thrashed on the bed as his cock moved deeper inside her ass, stretching her, revealing nerve endings so sensitive that the slam of sensation echoed into her clit. She was surrounded by a pleasure so intense, so forceful, she wondered if she could survive it.
“You’re burning me alive. ” The hoarse snarl of his voice as the final inches of his erection burrowed into her anus had her womb contracting with an impending orgasm.
It was so wickedly erotic. It was the most forbidden, most submissive act Crista could envision, and it was overriding her sanity.
Control was a thing of the past. Dawg held the control. He held her. He shifted and moved, pulling nearly free before surging forward again. He stroked and caressed and set aflame nerve endings that hadn’t flared to life in eight years.
Crista arched to him, her hips twisting in his grip as the need began to spiral out of control. She needed it hard and deep. She needed him to…
“Fuck me. ” She didn’t recognize her own voice as the shattered plea filled the air. “Please, Dawg.
Harder. Fuck me harder. ”
Her lashes lifted, her gaze hazy as she tried to focus on his face. A hard grimace twisted it, pleasure racking his features as he shook his head, sweat beading and dripping down his forehead as his hands clenched on her hips and his cock throbbed inside her ass.
“Harder,” she whispered again, tempting him with a flex of those inner muscles, tightening on his flesh and feeling the pleasure spasm through her as well.
“Fuck. Crista,” he groaned, panting with the pleasure, just as she was.
“I need you. ” She swallowed tightly. “All of you. Fuck me harder, Dawg. Give me what I need. ”
His hips jerked, dragging his erection back before pushing it inside her with a longer, harder stroke. As he did, one hand moved from her hip to tuck between her thighs.
Broad male fingers slid through the slick essence that gathered there, found the weeping center, and two digits thrust inside heavily.
He moved then. Thrusting hard and heavy as Crista’s eyes widened, her gaze dimming as ecstasy began to wash over her.
Her orgasm came fast and hard. With his fingers stroking strong and sure inside her pussy, his cock burying repeatedly inside her ass, there was no holding back. The dark eroticism and extreme pleasure was too much.
Crista heard her own cries with a distant wonder. They sounded shattered, agonized. Beneath that sound was Dawg’s. His harsh male groan as he buried deep inside her rear, his seed spurting heavily inside her, would always follow her.
His broken “I love you, Crista. God help me, I love you” threw her orgasm higher, shattering her soul with the ragged edge of hope and pain she heard in his voice.
He jerked against her, spilling his semen into her rear before giving a final groan and easing slowly from the tight clasp she had on him.
Crista whimpered at the added sensation. The feel of him slowly leaving her, his cock easing from her, his fingers caressing away from her pussy were nearly painful now in their intensity.
They were both sweat-soaked as he eased on the bed beside her and pulled her to his c
hest. His lips pressed against the top of her head in a kiss that had her chest clenching in emotion.
Beneath her cheek his heart raced, just as hers was racing, and his lungs heaved for breath.
It was like this, every time. It wasn’t just the exertion of the sex but the intense emotions that tore through them and left them weak and shaken.
“I love you, Dawg,” she whispered when she could finally find her breath and her senses. “I’ve always loved you. ”
TWENTY-ONE
Graceful Sweets and Bakery sat just off North Main Street outside the old town center. The house Johnny Grace had bought sat on the plot of land beside the house that Crista had inherited from her parents.
The two-story brick home sat amid a perfectly manicured and landscaped lawn. Summer blooms grew in abundance around the property, wooden archways held trailing vines and climbing roses, and the front porch was home to cement urns filled with sweetly scented flowers.
Crista walked to the wide front door. The sign hanging on the door claimed, Open to Fulfill Your Sweetest Needs.
“This is a very bad idea,” she muttered, not for the first time, as Dawg gripped the door latch and opened the door.
