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“Please, Dawg…”
“Tell me. ”
Another inch. The movement he made didn’t ease his cock inside her, that additional inch was taken with a hard flex of his hips and a destructive flame along the tender nerve endings it stroked.
“Yes,” she cried out. The words falling unbidden from her lips. “I’ve always looked back. ”
His hands clenched on her legs.
“You didn’t forget. ” His voice softened then, his cock shifted and moved inside her, stroking her, taking her by the smallest degrees with each movement.
She couldn’t hide from him. She wanted to. She needed to.
“I never forgot. ” A tear fell from the corner of her eye. “I never forgot you, Dawg. ”
Her heart never forgot. Her soul never released the memory of his touch, his hard voice whispering at her ear, his hunger, or her need for him. Her love. The soul-deep, unquenchable agony of loving him.
“Don’t cry, fancy-face. ” His voice was graveled now, thick and rough as she felt the agonizing pleasure beginning to engulf her. “I’ll take care of you. ”
Each inch of his erection inside her was like a brand laid to the tender muscles. A brand of fiery sensation and exquisite pleasure.
Crista arched, driving him deeper inside her, feeling the piercing, burning sensation of being doubly penetrated, exquisitely stretched.
“There, sweetheart. ” He wrapped her legs around his hips as he leaned closer, his head lowering to her nipples, adding to the ecstatic pleasure already gripping her by drawing one tight bud into his hot mouth and suckling it deeply.
His hips were moving, his cock thrusting slowly, working into her with each thrust as the overwhelming sensations of heat, stretching, and brutal pleasure began to build inside her.
It was always like this with Dawg. The world centered to two beings, time stopped, nothing mattered but this, with him, the feel of him fucking her, owning her.
He owned her.
He thrust inside her, and she arched to take him deeper.
His lips, teeth, and tongue consumed her nipples, one then the other, and her hands threaded into his hair to hold him closer.
“So good,” he whispered. “So sweet and tight. ”
Her body reflexively tightened further around him, muscles contracting, her soul glorying in the harsh male groan that whispered around the nipple his mouth returned to.
“Beautiful. ” He buried his head between her breasts, the rhythm of his hips increasing, and she spurred him on with her cries and her pleas for more.
“Mine!” he snarled, and she exploded around him.
Her orgasm tore through her as his thrusts became harder, deeper. He pounded into her, shafting her with surging strokes and fucking into her with an ever-growing greed.
“Damn you. ” He bit her shoulder, his hands gripped her hips, and as the climax began to ease, she felt the powerful first spurt of his semen blasting into her.
She arched violently through the second release. Tightening on him to the point she could feel every throb, every pulse, every ripple of Dawg’s release inside her. And she felt another part of her emotional defenses collapse.
Dawg once again held her heart.
SIXTEEN
Two days later, Dawg admitted what he should have known eight years ago. Crista Ann had managed to wrap herself around his heart in a way that he knew he would never manage to escape. He could feel the bonds tightening as he pulled the pickup into the parking slot directly in front of the small, exclusive spa that had moved into downtown Somerset.
Beside the truck, Rowdy pulled up on his Harley and helped the little wildcat he was engaged to from the back. Beside Rowdy, Natches pulled his Harley in and waited.
“This is insane,” Crista muttered in the passenger seat as she stared mutinously at the front door of the spa. “It’s going to hurt. ”
