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Authors: Lexxie Couper
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feeling her tongue slide against his. Of feeling the wicked vibrations of her moans in his mouth.
He yanked her hands behind her back, snared both wrists together and held them fast in one hand. A hitching gasp of approval sounded low in her throat and she rolled her hips, pressing her lower body harder to his.
He growled into her mouth, taking possession of it with his tongue even as he tugged open his belt, his fly, with his other hand.
His cock—thicker and harder than it had ever been—immediately jutted free of his jeans. The cool night air wrapped his feverish flesh a second before Tash broke free of his hand around her wrists and wrapped his dick with a tight fist.
He groaned, the feel of her hand possessing the most erogenous, honest organ of his body undoing him.
Pumping his hips upward, he fucked the firm channel of her grip, all too aware he was on the edge of erupting.
It had been so long since he’d wanted someone like this, craved someone like this. Needed someone like this.
Too long. And then Tash had entered his life and he’d realized he’d never craved someone like he did her. And now here they were, giving themselves to each other.
Christ, how was he not coming already? How was he not making a bloody fool of himself by blowing his load so quickly?
Closing his hand around her wrist, he stilled her pumping action. “Tash…” he ground out against her lips, the addictive musk of her earlier release in every breath he pulled. “If you keep doing that I’m going to come on your stomach.”
She chuckled, the response playful and dirty at once. “And this is a problem because…?”
“Because I’m a macho guy with a stupid amount of ego.” He nipped at her lips, loving the way they curled with a smile between his. “And would hate for you to think I’m anything less than the most incredible lover with the most incredible staying power you’ve ever had.”
“I don’t want staying power,” she replied, giving his cock a wicked squeeze. “I want this.”
He laughed, unable to stop himself from driving his cock upward in her grip. “I don’t know if I should be offended or flattered.”
Her eyes twinkled with delicious mischief and she pumped his cock again. Base pleasure radiated through his body. His balls throbbed, growing fat with urgent want. His staying grip on her wrist faltered. His eyes fluttered closed.
“Let’s decide on an answer after,” she murmured, dragging her thumb over the tip of his shaft.
A cool slick of moisture told him she’d smeared a bead of pre-come over his feverish flesh. A shudder wracked through him. “After what?” he rasped.
She rolled her hips and arched her spine, thrusting her breasts—still contained by the satin cups of her bra—towards his chest. The addictive heat of her body seeped into his. “After I make you come.”
Fighting to retain any semblance of cool, he arched an eyebrow. His cock throbbed and pulsed and ached and generally behaved like the appendage of a man on the brink of sexual insanity—which he was. “And how are you going to do that?”
Christ, his voice was little more than a husky groan.
Lips curling, she met his gaze with hers and smoothed her fingers down his erection until she cupped his scrotum. “Any way you want me to.”
Matt sucked in a deep breath. “If I said with your mouth?”
Tash inclined her head in a single nod.
His pulse kicked up a notch. “If I said with your tits?”
Her breasts heaved as she drew in her own deep breath. “Yes.”
He lowered his head to hers. “If I said your arse?”
Her pupils dilated. Her lips parted. “Yes.”
He rolled his hips again, rubbing his engorged length up and down the flat plane of her belly. “If I said your tight, sweet, perfect cunt?”
She let out a low whimper, shoved her hips hard to his and nodded. “A million times yes. Yes.”
He crushed her lips with his again, punishing her for pushing him to the very brink. She kissed him back,
He yanked her hands behind her back, snared both wrists together and held them fast in one hand. A hitching gasp of approval sounded low in her throat and she rolled her hips, pressing her lower body harder to his.
He growled into her mouth, taking possession of it with his tongue even as he tugged open his belt, his fly, with his other hand.
His cock—thicker and harder than it had ever been—immediately jutted free of his jeans. The cool night air wrapped his feverish flesh a second before Tash broke free of his hand around her wrists and wrapped his dick with a tight fist.
He groaned, the feel of her hand possessing the most erogenous, honest organ of his body undoing him.
Pumping his hips upward, he fucked the firm channel of her grip, all too aware he was on the edge of erupting.
It had been so long since he’d wanted someone like this, craved someone like this. Needed someone like this.
Too long. And then Tash had entered his life and he’d realized he’d never craved someone like he did her. And now here they were, giving themselves to each other.
Christ, how was he not coming already? How was he not making a bloody fool of himself by blowing his load so quickly?
Closing his hand around her wrist, he stilled her pumping action. “Tash…” he ground out against her lips, the addictive musk of her earlier release in every breath he pulled. “If you keep doing that I’m going to come on your stomach.”
She chuckled, the response playful and dirty at once. “And this is a problem because…?”
“Because I’m a macho guy with a stupid amount of ego.” He nipped at her lips, loving the way they curled with a smile between his. “And would hate for you to think I’m anything less than the most incredible lover with the most incredible staying power you’ve ever had.”
“I don’t want staying power,” she replied, giving his cock a wicked squeeze. “I want this.”
He laughed, unable to stop himself from driving his cock upward in her grip. “I don’t know if I should be offended or flattered.”
Her eyes twinkled with delicious mischief and she pumped his cock again. Base pleasure radiated through his body. His balls throbbed, growing fat with urgent want. His staying grip on her wrist faltered. His eyes fluttered closed.
“Let’s decide on an answer after,” she murmured, dragging her thumb over the tip of his shaft.
A cool slick of moisture told him she’d smeared a bead of pre-come over his feverish flesh. A shudder wracked through him. “After what?” he rasped.
She rolled her hips and arched her spine, thrusting her breasts—still contained by the satin cups of her bra—towards his chest. The addictive heat of her body seeped into his. “After I make you come.”
Fighting to retain any semblance of cool, he arched an eyebrow. His cock throbbed and pulsed and ached and generally behaved like the appendage of a man on the brink of sexual insanity—which he was. “And how are you going to do that?”
Christ, his voice was little more than a husky groan.
Lips curling, she met his gaze with hers and smoothed her fingers down his erection until she cupped his scrotum. “Any way you want me to.”
Matt sucked in a deep breath. “If I said with your mouth?”
Tash inclined her head in a single nod.
His pulse kicked up a notch. “If I said with your tits?”
Her breasts heaved as she drew in her own deep breath. “Yes.”
He lowered his head to hers. “If I said your arse?”
Her pupils dilated. Her lips parted. “Yes.”
He rolled his hips again, rubbing his engorged length up and down the flat plane of her belly. “If I said your tight, sweet, perfect cunt?”
She let out a low whimper, shoved her hips hard to his and nodded. “A million times yes. Yes.”
He crushed her lips with his again, punishing her for pushing him to the very brink. She kissed him back,
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