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The valley between my legs pooled with warmth and sinful tingles. “I want you inside me,” I whispered, running my fingers through his long soft hair as he kissed his way to my cleavage.
“Be patient,” he whispered and went to work on the clasp of my bra. A little click followed. He slid down the straps, and the garment fell to the floor.
He paused to admire my large breasts and then dove in to kiss me again. Harder this time. More passionate.
“I’m going to make you come so hard.” He ground against me, igniting an ache deep inside.
I had nothing to say to that. I just wanted this to keep going. I wanted to forget, to feel release.
He scooped me into his arms and carried me to the bedroom. I hadn’t even seen it yet. When we’d arrived at the suite, my attention had been on other things. Like how to let go of something I loved so damned much.
Ansin laid me down on the king-size bed and pulled the curtains closed. The room wasn’t anything fancy—more functional than luxury with beige furniture, a large flat-screen, and a small sitting area. Fine by me. I didn’t need frills right now. I only needed this, an escape.
Ansin pulled off his shirt, and I stared in wonder at his form—the swells of his hard chest, the ripples of muscles down his stomach, and the powerful biceps. I didn’t see scars anymore. I just saw a man, one who had nothing but desire in his eyes.
“You’re beautiful,” I said.
He looked at me strangely. “No one has ever quite said that before.”
“Well, it’s true.” He was dangerous, dark, and fearless. But there was another side he kept hidden. That side was loyal. That side could be tender.
He leaned over and slid off my boots, followed by my jeans. He left me in my panties and then stepped back, drinking me in with his eyes.
“You don’t mind?” I glanced down at the marks on my stomach from my pregnancy.
He stifled a snide smile. “You’re asking me if I mind a few scars?” He walked over and sat next to me.
He took his fingertip and traced a small pink jagged line that ran under my belly button. He bent his head and kissed it.
I smiled.
Then his lips moved lower and lower. He placed a kiss atop my panties, over my throbbing bud, causing me to jerk with pleasure.
“Oh, you like that?”
I did. “Yes, but I’d like something else even more.”
He sat up slowly, his eyes locked on me like a fierce predator. “So impatient.”
I’d seen what he had going on inside those jeans. I doubted any mouth, no matter how skilled, could substitute for the kind of pleasure his cock would give. “Do you want me or not?”
Amused, he shook his head and stood. I watched him slowly pop the buttons on his jeans. His long, thick cock sprang out.
I bit my lower lip. It was exactly what I needed.
He kicked off his boots and worked down his jeans. “Are you ready?”
“I’m here, aren’t I?”
He leaned over me and slid off my panties. “Open your legs.”
His voice took hold, and I slowly parted my thighs, exposing myself to him.
“Mmmm…” was all he said.
He kneeled between my legs and took his thick cock in his hands. He dipped the head into my entrance, testing, teasing. I bucked with pleasure, enjoying the heat of his dick nudging against the sensitive skin.
I was just about to beg him to get on with it when he pushed his finger inside. “So wet.”
“Stop playing games,” I panted, “and fuck me.”
He laughed. “Just try to relax, my little treasure.”
I threw my head back onto the pillow and took a deep breath. He positioned himself again, and this time thrust forward, hard and fast.
I gasped, shocked by the split second of pain. He pulled out quickly and slammed his dick inside me again. This time, it felt wonderful.
I curled my body toward him, wrapping my hands around the nape of his neck. He slid out, almost leaving me completely, and thrust again.
Yes. Yes.
His hips moved like a smooth, powerful piston, relentlessly working my pussy over into a humming, aching, euphoric mess. More.
Just when I thought I might peak and explode, he pulled out.
No. No. What’s he doing?
He turned me over and gripped my hips, pulling my ass up and toward him. “You don’t get to come so fast,” he said.
His thick cock found my entrance again and slammed home.
I inhaled sharply, feeling the tip of his cock push on that special bundle of sensual nerves deep inside. “Oh shit. That feels amazing.”
He began working his hips at a vigorous pace, but there was nothing sloppy or fast about what he was doing to me. Each movement, each thrust was precise and deliberate. He was fucking me, but for my pleasure, not his own.
