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lordy, you are some kinda man, Mac Moreno.” Callie slid his jeans down a bit, out of her way and took his hard, bulging cock into her hands.
    Mac went still and then fisted one hand in her hair, forcing her gaze to his. His eyes burned with hunger and lust. His voice came out rusty. “You don’t have to do this.”
    “Have to? Oh Mac, I want to. I’ve thought of nothing else since last night when you showed up with burgers and we had hot sex instead.”
    When Mac relaxed his grip and it turned into a loving caress on her head, she bent to run her tongue over the wide head of his erection. Licking along the tiny slit at the end, taking her tasting of him to the broad rim, she teased and sucked his flesh until, above her, Mac groaned. Finally she sank her mouth over him, taking as much as she could, sliding her tongue over him, sucking hard and then lightly alternating the pressure. Gripping the thick stalk in her fist, Callie worked him slowly up and down, paying special attention to his tightly drawn balls. Releasing him from the lusty imprisonment of her mouth, she slid her lips and tongue down then up his length. Her fingers gently stroked the taut sac and then finally, she stroked it with her tongue.
    “You’re killin’ me, darlin’. That’s so fucking good.”
    “I’m glad,” she whispered against his cock before again taking him fully into her mouth, fucking him that way. One hand found his rock-hard thigh. Stroking, teasing, in tandem with movements of her mouth, she felt Mac hold still as a statue until finally he gripped her hair and pulled away. What was wrong? “What did I—” she began but then Mac reached down and effortlessly lifted her, turning with her in his arms until she was sitting on the worktable.
    “I need to fuck you, Callie. This isn’t just about me. It’s about us.”
    She opened her mouth to speak but it was too late. Mac gently laid her back on the table and before she could say yes, please he had her panties stripped off. The cold of the table surface chilled her ass but then Mac’s hands were on her needy pussy and any hint of discomfort was immediately replaced by a quick, hot blast of heat. Pleasure whipped fast and hard through her body when Mac sent his fingers deep. He pumped them in several times and her hips lifted to meet each clever stroke.
    “Come here to me, darlin’,” he said as he lifted her into a sitting position. Scooting her to the edge of the table, he lifted her skirt up around her waist until she was bare, completely exposed to him. Hunger swam in his dark eyes as he parted her legs and looked his fill. His big, bronzed hands provided a provocative contrast to the pale flesh of her thighs and Mac trailed his fingers, some of them damp from her cream, along that tender skin.
    Frantic to have him, desperate for completion, Callie reached for his cock. It rose up between them, hard and thick. Mac groaned. “That’s it,” he growled low. His jeans were loose around his hips but he managed to dig out protection and cover himself.
    Taking his erection in his hand, he trailed the fat head through the drenched flesh of her pussy and then drove deep.
    Simultaneously, they sighed, went still. Pleasure arced up through Callie’s belly and her pussy vibrated as her muscles tightened to hold his thick cock. Unable to help herself, she looked down and studied the way their flesh connected. As Mac slowly plunged deep, disappearing into her flesh, she sucked in a sharp breath. She propped her hands on the table and sent her legs around his waist, mesmerized by this slow, sexual dance. His cock emerged, glistening from her juices before thrusting back in.
    “Look at us, Mac,” she managed.
    “Yeah.”
    “Faster.”
    Mac obliged with a low, hungry sound as he sent his cock deeper, pumping, thrusting, pounding through her needy pussy. Sensation sizzled through her veins, lashing her with pleasure until with a cry, she flew apart. Mac went still, seeming to gather