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Yeah, it is.
Fire ignites my nerves. My head swims with urgency and need. I grip the other side of the table for leverage, my feet dangling off the ground with the force of his thrusts. His stomach slaps against my ass, and his tree-trunk thighs abrade mine. The air floods with the sounds of our grunts and the squelching noise of his cock filling my drenched pussy.
“Gimme more of this.” He slaps my ass, the sting a thrilling combination of pain and pleasure.
Obediently, I push my ass out to meet his thrusts. He grunts in approval and fists my hair, pulling my head back.
It’s so fucking raw. Rhythmic moans erupt from my throat every time he surges deep. I feel his increasing tension as he releases my hair and digs his fingers into my hips.
“I’m gonna shoot like a fucking volcano, baby. Get ready for it…here it comes…ah!”
With a roar, he pulls out of me. I turn to look at him over my shoulder, loving the rapture contorting his features and the flex of his big body. Splashes of come paint my ass, and he rubs his cock in the crease as he rides out the final wave.
“Your turn,” he murmurs, kissing his way down my spine before spreading my legs wider.
“Dane!” I tighten my grip on the table as he licks my pussy and circles his tongue around my clit. My arousal stretches tight, and I can’t help myself from pushing back to encourage him to go deeper.
He gives a muffled laugh and clutches my hips to steady me. “You know how to do it. Give me what I want. Nice and hard. Flood my mouth with that sweet cream…that’s it…you come so good, baby.”
An orgasm breaks over me like a thunderclap. I shriek so loud I’m sure anyone passing our room can hear, but I don’t care. I writhe and gasp, wiggling my pussy against his face.
He keeps licking and sucking until the sensations ebb, and I collapse, sweaty and panting, on the table.
Dane gets to his feet and grips my waist, pulling me gently upright.
“I love you so fucking much,” he growls against the back of my neck as he strokes his hands up to fondle my breasts. “I swear to god, when this is all over, I’m taking you to a tropical island in the middle of nowhere. All we’re going to do is eat, drink, swim, and fuck.”
I shudder at the sheer beauty and hotness of that image. “I can’t wait.”
I turn in his arms, and we exchange another lengthy kiss before reluctantly parting. We clean up, and he dresses in jeans and a plain gray T-shirt that’s almost too small, given the way the material strains over his chest and arms.
“Stay here,” he reminds me, putting his hand on my cheek. “I’ll be back before midnight. Just want to see what I can find out.”
“I won’t go anywhere. I promise.” I curl my fingers around his wrist and press a kiss to his cracked, dry palm. “Hold on, you need a little more moisturizer.”
He groans. “Baby, I love all your lotions and potions, but I can’t go into a strip club smelling like fruit. I’ll get thrown out.”
I give him a mild glare as I dig around in my travel bag. “You have to keep your skin hydrated or the cracks and dryness will get worse. Here, I’ll use this one. It’s just cocoa butter and beeswax.”
He sighs with impatience but allows me to apply the thick salve to his hands. He sniffs the air. “Smells flowery.”
“It has a little bit of mango butter and jasmine.”
He scowls. “Men aren’t supposed to smell like mango and jasmine.”
“What are they supposed to smell like?” I smooth the lotion on his hands and work it into the chapped patches of skin. “Leather?”
“Yeah,” he grumbles, rubbing his hands together, “and tough things like engine oil and kerosene. Maybe a grilled steak.”
I roll my eyes. “I’ll work on some new manly lotions involving beef. Now, go. Be safe. Please.”
“I’ll be back soon.” He kisses me again, grabs his jacket and car keys, and heads out the door.
As soon as he’s gone, time slows to a crawl. I pace to the windows, flick through the channels on the TV, and scroll mindlessly on my phone, but nothing makes the minutes go faster.
It’s close to ten when there’s a knock on the door. My heart jumps. I’m so eager for Dane to return that I don’t wonder why he didn’t use his key card.
I pull open the door. A short, skinny man is standing in the corridor, his hand lifted to knock again. He steps back. His frown of impatience turns into a slow smile.
