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Just a few more minutes. God, he had to feel her just a few more minutes. He couldn’t come yet, not yet, not until those little ripples around his dick began to clench and spasm in release.
Crista felt her legs lifting, felt her body melting, and she whimpered at the surrender that rushed through her mind. She couldn’t fight this. He was buried inside her, fiery hot and thick, pulsing and stroking internal muscles that even after all this time hadn’t forgotten the pleasure he could give her.
She bit her lip as she stared up at him. Her wild man. That was what he was, a wild man. Maybe not hers, but here, buried inside her, for this moment in time, he was hers. And he was every inch a primal, sexual male.
His eyes were so light now they seemed to glow within his face, his lips tight with the fight for control. She didn’t want his control. She wanted what she had before. Wild, primitive. Maybe, just maybe she could survive the fallout later.
As she watched, a smile tugged at the taut line of his lips, and he began to move again. That slow, destructive rhythm that forced her to feel every blazing inch of his cock.
Oh, that was good. Her breath hitched; a hard, jerking shudder tore through her body as her hips jerked upward to hold him inside her as long as possible.
“Oh yeah, you like that,” he muttered, his voice becoming thicker, rough. “I like it, Crista. I like it a lot. ”
Of course he liked it. He was winning. Triumph glittered in his gaze as her hands tightened on the wrists beside her head.
“Let’s see if you like this. ”
The rhythm stayed the same, but his head lowered, his lips surrounding a hard, sensitive nipple and drawing it into his mouth.
“Oh, God. Dawg, please, don’t…” Don’t make her feel this. Don’t make her lose her senses to him.
Her head twisted against the mattress, though she arched closer, pushing the peak deeper into his mouth.
His lips, teeth, tongue. They all played with the hot nerve center of her nipple. Licking, nipping, suckling with male greed as he continued to thrust inside her slow and easy.
Her pussy was clenching around the length of his erection, spasming with brutal need and desperate lust. Her hands moved from his wrists to his head, trembling fingers sinking into his long hair, holding him closer as her hips moved beneath him.
“Harder. ” The cry shocked her. It came from her in a voice strangled with furious need. “Fuck me, Dawg. Please. Please, like before. ”
The desperation rose inside her. The need for more, the need for racing bolts of electric ecstasy tearing through her rather than zipping teasingly around her.
“How was it before, baby?” he whispered, his voice a guttural rasp now. “Tell me what I missed, Crista. Tell me how I took you. ”
“Hard. ” She was panting, shaking. Sweat dampened both their flesh now as her juices built along her thighs, easing from around Dawg’s cock with each movement inside her.
She was so wet, so hot, and becoming violently sensitive to each touch of his mouth against her nipples, each stroke inside her.
“How hard?” He nipped the sensitive curve of her breast before stroking his stubbled cheek against it.
Crista felt the breath tear from her throat.
“So hard. Please, Dawg. ”
“Did I pound inside you?” Tortured, hungry, his tone stroked her senses just as his cock stroked inside the burning center of her body.
“Yes,” she hissed, writhing beneath him.
Crista could feel her response blazing out of control now. Her senses were overwhelming her common sense. She knew it; she couldn’t stop it. She couldn’t force it back inside her now that Dawg had released it.
“Do it!” She jerked beneath him, her legs rising, her ankles clasping at his hips as she shoved upward, then cried out at the feeling of him delving deeper, stretching her farther.
A hard male groan tore from his chest then. Hard hands pulled her legs free, pushed them back as he rose to his knees in front of her and gave her what she demanded.
Just as he had the first time.
He rose over her like a sex god come to life. Hard hands held her behind her knees, forcing them to bend, forcing her legs back as his hips began to move.
A bed pounder. The headboard would have been striking the wall behind them if it weren’t attached. The mattress shook, and Crista felt the tender tissue of her sex quaking in rapture as he began to fuck her with hard, driving strokes.
