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As he spoke, his free hand slid beneath her T-shirt. Broad and calloused, it rasped over her sensitive flesh, sending brilliant spears of pleasure exploding through her system.
“Dawg, don’t you think—”
“I never think around you,” he muttered as his lips moved back along her jaw. “All I do is feel. ”
His hips moved, dragging his erection down, the thick head sliding through saturated folds, then with wicked effectiveness, pressed into the clutching entrance of her vagina.
Crista stilled. She stared up at Dawg as his head lifted, his eyes nearly colorless, the green so light that the pupils of his eyes were stark in the center.
“Are you protected?” His voice was tortured.
“Fine time to ask that question. ” Her fists clenched, her wrists straining against his hold.
Of course she was protected. She had learned her lesson. She stayed protected.
It was too much pleasure. She could feel it rising forcefully inside her, tearing at her senses, dissolving her objections. Just as he had the first time, he was ripping her from the moorings of her own common sense.
“Answer me!” His lips were tight, his body straining.
“Yes—” The cry that tore from her was a mixture of pleasurable agony and bitter realization.
The heavy, hard thrust that sent him tunneling through unused muscles and slick, heated flesh was almost as painful as it had been the first time. And it was definitely more pleasurable than it should have been.
Crista stared up at him in shock and surprise, uncertain, confused. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Not like this. Not this fast. Not at all, if she hadn’t been so weak, so wet.
“Dawg. ” She would wince at the beseeching tone of her voice later. For now, all she could do was lie there, feeling the muscles of her pussy ripple, clench, and struggle to accept the flesh impaling it.
Little darts of sensation were racing over her body, detonating with trembling force in erogenous zones that she didn’t know were erogenous zones.
“Do you know”––a heavy grimace contorted his expression as his hips flexed against her, causing the head of his cock to stroke the deepest part of her vagina in a way that had her breath catching violently––“know how tight and hot your pussy is? How you feel wrapped around me?”
She shook her head. She couldn’t do this again. Hear his voice, his words causing her to grow wetter, hotter. She couldn’t let him steal her mind or her heart again. But he was, stealing it all as the pleasure began to tear through her senses.
“Here. Come here, darlin’. ”
She nearly wailed at the feeling of his cock shifting, stretching her farther as he lifted her enough, just enough, to pull her shirt free of her body, baring the lacy bra she wore beneath. A bra that did nothing to hide the straining nubs of her nipples.
“This is so—so not a good idea,” she panted as the front clip of the bra released, and her breasts spilled out to his waiting palms.
“Did I suck these pretty nipples that first time?” he asked then, his voice a hard, rough rasp. “I dreamed I did. I dreamed I dined on them. Fed from them. ”
Her head tossed on the mattress as her hands gripped his wrists. To hold on or to protest his fingers caressing the swollen mounds, his thumbs brushing over her tight nipples, she wasn’t certain.
“Dawg, think—” She needed to think.
“Don’t think. ” He pulled the bra free before tossing it away. “You think too much, Crista. ”
A second later her panties were ripped from her hips, the scraps tossed to the floor as she stared down her body. Straight to where they were joined.
Dark brown curls glistened with moisture and pressed against his pelvis. Her legs were spread wide to accommodate his powerful thighs, her knees bent and hugging the outside of his legs.
“See how good we look together. ” His voice was an insidious murmur of heated lust and pleasure as he flexed inside her again. “Let me show you, sweetheart. Look at this. ”
EIGHT
“Let me show you…”
Crista couldn’t help but watch. Dazed, mesmerized, even more than she had been yesterday. She watched as Dawg shifted his hips back slowly, his erection pulling free of her inner grip as a whimper of denial left her lips.
