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She moaned and ground her ass against his cock. He sucked on her pulse point hard enough he’d be seeing the evidence for days while working her tits with hard tugs and rolls. Her skin felt like silk beneath his rough fucking fingers. Way too lovely for the likes of him.
But she said she wanted it. And she said she wanted it down and fucking dirty. Without ceremony, he unbuttoned her jeans and yanked them down with her panties. Not that he didn’t fucking love to see her ass in whatever sexy panties she had on, but they were just in his way at the moment. With a hand at the center of her back, he gently shoved her forward until her upper body flopped over the arm of his plush couch. “Only one man gets to bend you the fuck over and have you.” He ran his hands wherever he could reach. Her back, her ass, her sides. His touch was heavy as he stroked over her, dragging her skin along by his fingers. Last thing he wanted was to hurt her, but he couldn’t be fucking gentle if his life depended on it. “Only my touch matters. I’m the only one allowed to see you or feel you like this. I fucking promise, Holly, that shit won’t happen again. Memorize this touch, because it’s the only one you get to feel.”
Until she came to her senses and walked away from the fucking mess he was.
Holly trembled, hands propping her up on the couch. “Yesss,” she hissed. “Just you, LJ.”
He took one step back, removed his own jeans and boxer briefs. Once naked, he took in the sight of his woman, ass up, pussy drenched, waiting to be filled.
Christ, Holly should be required to greet him like this whenever he came home.
“Last chance to bail, sugar. Shit’s about to get real.”
“Jack, fuck me alrea—” He slammed into her to the hilt. “Oh, fuck!” she cried.
He was too big to be tunneling into her like that, but the warmth, heat, and near punishing clench of her pussy snapped the last thread of his control and he couldn’t summon the brainpower to check in with her. He hammered her with brutal force. Gripping the soft flesh of her hips as though she’d disappear if he didn’t hold as tight as possible, he thought of nothing but filling her to the brim with his cum.
Condom be fucking damned.
He’d flood her then watch it drip like a stamp of ownership.
Holly whimpered with every violent thrust. The tiny part of his brain that remained rational worried it was too much until she shouted, “Yes, LJ. Fuck me harder than you’ve ever fucked before.”
Jesus Christ, this woman was perfect.
Loud smacks reverberated through the room each time their hips met. Holly fisted the cushion of his couch and used it to propel her body backward with every powerful jerk of his hips.
Nothing had ever felt this fucking good.
Holly was so wet, her juices ran down his thigh. Fuck, he was never showering again. His balls ached with the need to come, but he fought it for as long as possible.
“More, LJ,” Holly practically screamed. “Give me more. Give me all of you.”
Goddamn, this woman was going to destroy him. He grabbed her shoulder with one hand and fucked into her with choppy, ruthless strokes completely lacking finesse. She took every single one and begged for more.
“Fuck, sugar, you take me so fucking good. So fucking tight.”
All of a sudden, Holly’s back arched, and she screamed his name so loud they must have heard her back at the clubhouse. LJ could have been dead, and watching Holly go off like that would have still sent him spiraling into an orgasm so intense his vision blanked.
“Jesus fuck, Holly,” he screamed as pleasure ripped through him, tearing down any and every defense he’d ever built. This woman fucking owned him.
He held her ass flush against his body, his cock buried deep as they floated down from the high. Once Holly’s arms gave out and she sagged into the couch, he pressed open-mouthed kisses along the curve of her back. She was slick with perspiration and salty on his tongue.
With a sigh, he rested his head between her shoulder blades. The position couldn’t be the most comfortable for her, but he suddenly found himself unable to meet her eyes. At least this way he wouldn’t be forced to. It was time. Not only had she bared her soul to him, she’d witnessed him at his very worst and didn’t so much as hesitate to comfort him at a time he should have been soothing her. She was an incredible woman and deserved to know why he reacted as he had in the truck.
“I was a Navy SEAL for four years,” he said against her back.
