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He chuckled. “I believe I’ve got some protection around here somewhere.”

“No, it’s fine. I’m on the pill.”

“Then what are we waiting for?”

My hand still on his cock, I guided him closer to me, feeling his head graze against my lips. When I was near enough to position him at my opening, he put his hand over mine and gently guided it away. I grinned, understanding that he wanted to do the rest. Connor reached forward, pulling my dress and bra down enough for my breasts to tumble out. He took one of them into his hand, more delight thrumming through me at the feeling of him teasing my nipple, making it go hard against his touch.

He inched forward, pushing his cock slowly into me. My eyes went wide as insistent, irresistible pleasure began coursing out from my center. I’d known his cock would feel good, but the little taste of it that he had in me so far was already more than I’d been prepared for.

Both of his hands went to my hips and he pushed in farther. I closed my eyes, groaning against the sweetness of his shaft stretching me open, my walls straining to accommodate his thickness and his length. I wanted more. Thankfully, there was plenty of him to take.

He pushed slowly into me until I was completely filled, a feeling unimaginably satisfying, and one I’d never known before. Connor reached forward, brushing the hair out of my face.

“You feeling alright, love?”

“Feeling… so, so good.”

“I can do better than good.”

One of his big, rough hands slid smoothly over the curve of my hip as he thrust into me, the other traveling up my back and under my dress, his fingertips tracing the outlines of my shoulder blades.

I closed my eyes, falling into rocking motion of him moving behind me, listening to the soft clapping of my ass against his hips blending with the powerful roar of the engine. His thickness plunged into me again and again, his manhood so much to take that each thrust felt as amazing as the first.

“Now, love,” his voice was even though tinged with animal intensity, as if he were barely keeping himself under control. “I want you to come for me again. Right now.”

His commanding tone coupled with the sensation of him moving in and out of me was all I could take. Connor’s words allowed me release, allowed me to let the orgasm that had been building and building burst free. The pleasure made my whole body shake, uneven moans pouring out of my mouth. Connor reached forward and took one of my breasts into his hand, teasing my nipple and adding even more to the delight roaring through my body.

When the orgasm faded, I fell forward onto my face, my breaths full and deep.

“Hope that doesn’t mean you’re spent,” he said. I turned to take in the glorious sight of his bare body, his sweat-glistening muscles tensing and flexing as he breathed. “Because I’m not even close to being done with you yet, love.”

Chapter 13

Connor

The sight of her before me, her perfect, round ass pointed in my direction, a dreamy, post-orgasmic look on her heavenly face, was nearly enough to make me finish right then and there.

“I can barely see straight.” Claire rolled over, her delectable breasts spreading across her chest, her pink nipples hard and pointing up. “That was something else.”

She glanced down at my cock, which was still hard, still glistening with her arousal.

“What’ve you got in mind?” she asked with a teasing smile.

“You. Just like that.”

Without wasting another word, I moved over top of her, sweeping my arm underneath her leg and draping it over my shoulder.

The smile faded from her face, replaced with an expression of eager anticipation. Her eyes were locked onto my prick as I positioned myself over her. I grasped the base of my shaft and guided myself slowly inside of her.

She moaned one of her sensual moans, her back arching as my inches pushed past her lips. She gripped me tight as a fist, the pleasure throbbing through me the instant I was inside. Claire’s lips parted gently as I moved inside of her, those gorgeous, blue eyes staring up at me. The sight of her beneath me, her legs spread open, her milk-white skin dotted with freckles, her breasts swaying gently as I thrust was perfection.

I leaned down, placing my lips on her neck, her sighs and moans sounding right into my ear.

“I’m going to come again,” she said, her face tightening into a hard expression of pleasure.

“Not until I say you are,” I replied. “I want you to ask for it. Ask me for permission.”

It was obvious that Claire was most definitely not the sort of woman to ask for someone’s blessing to do what she wanted. Hell, it was one of the traits that drew me toward her the most. The bedroom was different; however, that was whereIwas in control. Getting her to bend to my will only made the sex even hotter.

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