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it turns me on too.”
    Without
trying to talk her into sex his way,
he got down on his hands and knees. He wrapped his arms around her legs and
began kissing her calves, and then her thighs. He kissed her mound through her
dress while running his hands over her butt. Maybe this was a lot sexier than
she’d thought. Yes, maybe this would work out for the best for both of them.
      Flynn slid his hands around to the front of
her body, gliding over her skin, like an expert massage therapist, and soon his
fingers were running over her pubic hair. He glided a finger deep within her
folds, catching her clit and stopping just short at the entrance of her pussy.
Without warning, his long finger slipped inside her.
      It felt so good.
    She
swallowed.
    “Come
on baby, relax because you feel very tense and I want you to enjoy this.”
    He’d
called her baby. Those four letters made her feel sexy. Made her feel wet and
hot where it mattered the most.
    And
he was right about the tense pussy.   She
was nervous not only about the having sex with someone new, but making love
with the man who’d had adopted her daughter.
    He
slid his finger back and forth, exciting her nerve endings, and stimulating her
juices some more. It had been so long since a man had worked her body, and yes,
mind into such a state.
    Flynn
withdrew his finger, stood, and looked her in the eye. “So you’re sure you want
to do it like this?”
    She
nodded. She wanted him, wanted him now.
    He
put his hands on her biceps and walked her backwards until her butt gently hit
the wall.
    “Pull
down my fly.”
    His
voice sounded deeper, his tone a little demanding, but she suddenly liked that
quality. Flynn Monroe would be her first much older man. That excited her too. Nothing like experience in the bedroom.
    She
did what he’d asked, eased down his fly, and went one step more by pushing her
hand inside his boxers. His rigid cock hit her palm.
    He
reached in his back pocket and pulled out a foil package as she worked her hand
up and down his shaft, feeling it pulse, feeling its veins pump with blood, and
a tiny dribble of pre- cum clinging to its head. He was big and long and her
pussy throbbed thinking about it inside her.
    He
pushed her hand out, dropping his pants and boxers and with a
certain finesse she’d never seen before, and then slipped the rubber
over his dick.
    “I
have to admit I haven’t had sex in a long time so I might be a little rough and
quick, but it’s only the beginning of what’s to come,” he said.
    Rough
and quick sounded fine with her.
    Flynn
yanked her dress up. She hoped he didn’t see the scar, but luckily the room was
half lit. He nudged her thighs apart and then she felt the pressure as he
parted her pussy lips and pushed his cock way up inside her.
    Holy
shit. It had never felt so good.   A man hadn’t
excited her quite like this.
    He
grabbed her and she held his arms as he thrust upward, almost lifting her feet
off the ground. The big, strong cowboy taking her rough and
against the wall. Her butt slapped against it a few times and she wondered
if she’d have a bruised ass. Right now she didn’t care.
    They
kissed, this time mouths open, tongues slipping over the other’s lips. Where
had he learned to kiss like this? He pushed his cock up higher, hitting her G-spot
and almost making her go cross-eyed. Instinct told her to wrap her legs around
his hips. She lifted herself up to do just that, sending his dick toward the
back of her pussy. He pushed harder, making her butt bounce off the wall.
    He
licked her neck, making a groaning sound as he drove harder and deeper. Her ass
continually hit the wall now, exciting her more and forcing her to dig her
fingertips into his shoulders.
    She
was coming in record time. Usually it took a lot of work on the guy’s part to
get her even close to the edge. The pleasure began in her toes and traveled up
her legs to her butt and then, that was it. Her pussy pulled and tensed and she
moaned