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Groaning, he pulled back, his lips moving up her body as he came over her, one hand tearing at his jeans as he fought to undress without releasing her.
“Lyrica, sweetheart.” His voice was tortured as she lifted closer to him, the need building higher rather than easing at her release.
“Graham, please.” Gasping breathlessly, she was willing to beg. “Oh god, I can’t stand it.”
“I can’t wait,” he muttered, burying his lips in her neck as the crest of his cock pressing at her entrance had her breath catching.
Easing back, he caught her gaze with his, the brilliant gleam of golden flecks holding her mesmerized as she felt the press of his shaft parting her flesh, working against it until the head lodged inside her, throbbing within the tightened clench of her flesh.
Pleasure-pain racked her body as she cried out with the sensations.
“You’re so fucking tight, Lyrica,” he groaned, the slow movements of his hips working him against the stretched, sensitive inner flesh.
Withdrawing partway, he then eased inside again as his lips lowered to hers, their breath mingling, panting and rough as she felt him tense above her.
“Hold on to me, baby,” he whispered against her lips, drawing one of her arms to his shoulders as she lifted the other. “Just hold on to me.”
She could feel the rasp of his jeans against her inner thighs, the throb of his cock as it lodged just inside her. Pulling back again, his lips covered hers, his tongue pressing inside, tasting her, distracting her . . .
She screamed into his kiss.
The sudden, striking blaze of fiery sensation tearing through her vagina should have been pain. The feel of him thrusting past her virginity, only to draw back then push deeper inside her, should have dampened her response.
But she could only feel her flesh growing slicker, wetter, her response raining down on the slow, deliberate strokes that burrowed his flesh deeper inside hers. Each slight withdrawal and deeper penetration had her crying out his name, arching to him, and begging for more.
The feel of his hips working against her, his flesh shafting inside her, tore through her senses as each stroke raked over nerve endings never before caressed, never before subjected to such a brutal, fiery caress as the one invading her now.
Pulling back, Graham’s lips stroked over hers once again before he leaned back, kneeling between her spread thighs, his gaze going to the point where his flesh impaled hers. Following the look she whimpered at the sight of his erection pulling back, impossibly wide, slick with her juices, heavy veins throbbing and pulsing with the flow of blood racing through them.
A hard thrust of his hips and he buried himself to the hilt inside her.
“Ah fuck,” he snarled as brutal pleasure slammed into her senses. “That’s it, baby. Clench on my dick. Milk it with that tight little pussy.”
The explicit demands had her womb clenching in response, her vagina tightening, flexing around the hard flesh as he began moving inside her again.
As he leaned over her once again, Lyrica felt the tight rein he’d kept on his lust until now break. Growling against her neck, with one hand he gripped her hip, the other burying itself in her hair as he moved against her.
Long, deliberate strokes stoked the burning pleasure building in the tissue rippling around his shuttling cock. He kept his pace even, deliberately rhythmic, without speeding into the crashing race for release. And it was killing her.
Tightening her knees at his hips, she sobbed beneath him. The hard rake of sensation at her clit combined with the powerful thrusts inside her was throwing her headlong into a storm she didn’t know if she would survive. Who and what she was would be changed, she thought desperately, her fingers clenching on his shoulders now.
She couldn’t survive a pleasure this brutal and still be the person she was before it began.
She arched desperately against him as the waves of sensation began growing, burning hotter, higher. The sensitive muscles of her pussy rippled and shuddered around his cock with each stroke, his erection burying deep, each thrust moving faster, harder, filling her, stretching her with such a calamity of sensations that it pushed her headlong over a preci
pice she hadn’t seen coming.
She was thrown into the maelstrom.
Everything around her, inside her, her very senses exploded with such a fiery release of ecstasy that it jerked her taut beneath him, stealing her breath and her ability to scream. All she could do was shudder beneath him as spasms of violent response rippled through her cunt, exploded in her clit, and sent pulse after pounding pulse of rapture to dissolve her senses.
“Ah god, that’s it, baby,” he groaned as he buried deep, held still, and let them both feel the rippling response stroking over his cock. “That’s it, just come all over me, Lyrica. Give it all to me, baby.”
She collapsed beneath him, fighting just to breathe, to find some semblance of sanity as she felt him slowly pull free of her.
“We’re not finished yet,” he growled as she began to relax. “Not yet.”
Forcing her eyes open, her lips parted in shock to see him working a condom over the dark plum-colored, mushroom-shaped crest of his cock. He was still impossibly hard, incredibly thick, and ready to take her again.
