meters
wide. She started to face Brent, but he held her firmly in place. His hands
left her hips and palmed each butt cheek. Contentment rippled through her at
the feel of his broad hands covering her flesh. His thumbs slid between each
side of his cock and her buttocks. She stilled as he spread her cheeks. His
shaft slid downward until the head reached her opening.
Her breath caught when he spread
her wider, and the mushroom tip rubbed slippery against her hole, then eased
inside a fraction.
Brent eased inside a little more,
then drew back just as slowly. A mental picture flashed of Brent’s engorged
cock slipping inside the tight entrance to her ass, and her stomach did a flip.
He slipped in deeper this time, and she gasped at the pleasant burn.
He paused. “You all right?”
She nodded, unable to speak. He
gave a low laugh and eased deeper. Her heart pounded, and she had the sudden
urge to jam her ass backward and impale him balls-deep. He pulled her flush
against his chest. His chin brushed the top of her head as he reached around
and slid a finger into her curls. She melted against his large frame, aware of
the thick rod that stretched her rectum. His finger massaged her clit. A moan
slipped past her lips.
His finger moved faster, and she
rocked against the digit. His cock slipped all the way inside. She stilled as
her muscles softened around his cock. Brent released a heavy breath, then
parted her pussy lips and inserted a finger into her channel. Her legs
trembled. He was fucking her ass and her pussy! His free hand grasped her hip
and urged her forward into a rocking motion. Fontana thrust against his finger,
then pulled back, ramming his cock deeper.
His sharp intake of breath was
unlike any aphrodisiac she’d ever experienced, and Fontana increased her speed.
The hand on her hip slid around her waist and held her firm. She reached back
and covered his ass with her hands. Muscle bunched with every push of her
buttocks against his groin. Pressure built in her channel. She rode his finger
as he fucked her ass. She kneaded his buttocks. She was on the edge. Any
minute—he ripped his cock from her ass.
“Brent,” she cried.
He turned her toward the pool
edge. “Grab the edge.”
She tried to make sense of the
words. Desire muddled her thoughts.
“The edge,” he rasped, “grab it.”
Fontana grabbed the pool edge.
Brent reached past her and grabbed the bottle of body sanitizer. He nipped the
back of her neck, and she shivered. Water rippled, then he tossed the sanitizer
onto the towel and bent her forward. When he grasped her hips and rammed his
cock into her channel, she gasped. The head crashed into her womb. Pleasure
ripped through her. She braced herself as he pulled back, then rammed harder,
faster. She gave a strangled laugh. And she had thought she would be the one to
fuck him.
Orgasm burst through her. She
threw her head back. His thrusts lifted her feet off the tiled floor. Her
breath caught as his cock dug into her womb. Another orgasm rolled over her,
harder than the first. She screamed, and he came so hard inside her, she felt
his cock pump cum into her. Brent ground his shaft against her, milking the last
vestiges of pleasure from her, then slid his arms around her waist and pulled
her tight against him.
Fontana remained motionless,
thrilled by the feel of his groin spooning her buttocks, and his quiet cock,
still full, inside her. His arms tightened around her, and her insides melted
when he pressed a warm kiss to her shoulder.
“You’re wonderful,” he breathed
into her hair.
An unexpected vision rose of
waking up next to him tomorrow morning, then the next morning…and the next. A
lump rose in her throat. Four days on the fantasy planet, and she’d become
delusional. She could no more form a lasting relationship with Brent than she
could forget that she was there to hide from the cartel and get over Jenny’s
death, all in ten days’ time—and she had to find out what the
wide. She started to face Brent, but he held her firmly in place. His hands
left her hips and palmed each butt cheek. Contentment rippled through her at
the feel of his broad hands covering her flesh. His thumbs slid between each
side of his cock and her buttocks. She stilled as he spread her cheeks. His
shaft slid downward until the head reached her opening.
Her breath caught when he spread
her wider, and the mushroom tip rubbed slippery against her hole, then eased
inside a fraction.
Brent eased inside a little more,
then drew back just as slowly. A mental picture flashed of Brent’s engorged
cock slipping inside the tight entrance to her ass, and her stomach did a flip.
He slipped in deeper this time, and she gasped at the pleasant burn.
He paused. “You all right?”
She nodded, unable to speak. He
gave a low laugh and eased deeper. Her heart pounded, and she had the sudden
urge to jam her ass backward and impale him balls-deep. He pulled her flush
against his chest. His chin brushed the top of her head as he reached around
and slid a finger into her curls. She melted against his large frame, aware of
the thick rod that stretched her rectum. His finger massaged her clit. A moan
slipped past her lips.
His finger moved faster, and she
rocked against the digit. His cock slipped all the way inside. She stilled as
her muscles softened around his cock. Brent released a heavy breath, then
parted her pussy lips and inserted a finger into her channel. Her legs
trembled. He was fucking her ass and her pussy! His free hand grasped her hip
and urged her forward into a rocking motion. Fontana thrust against his finger,
then pulled back, ramming his cock deeper.
His sharp intake of breath was
unlike any aphrodisiac she’d ever experienced, and Fontana increased her speed.
The hand on her hip slid around her waist and held her firm. She reached back
and covered his ass with her hands. Muscle bunched with every push of her
buttocks against his groin. Pressure built in her channel. She rode his finger
as he fucked her ass. She kneaded his buttocks. She was on the edge. Any
minute—he ripped his cock from her ass.
“Brent,” she cried.
He turned her toward the pool
edge. “Grab the edge.”
She tried to make sense of the
words. Desire muddled her thoughts.
“The edge,” he rasped, “grab it.”
Fontana grabbed the pool edge.
Brent reached past her and grabbed the bottle of body sanitizer. He nipped the
back of her neck, and she shivered. Water rippled, then he tossed the sanitizer
onto the towel and bent her forward. When he grasped her hips and rammed his
cock into her channel, she gasped. The head crashed into her womb. Pleasure
ripped through her. She braced herself as he pulled back, then rammed harder,
faster. She gave a strangled laugh. And she had thought she would be the one to
fuck him.
Orgasm burst through her. She
threw her head back. His thrusts lifted her feet off the tiled floor. Her
breath caught as his cock dug into her womb. Another orgasm rolled over her,
harder than the first. She screamed, and he came so hard inside her, she felt
his cock pump cum into her. Brent ground his shaft against her, milking the last
vestiges of pleasure from her, then slid his arms around her waist and pulled
her tight against him.
Fontana remained motionless,
thrilled by the feel of his groin spooning her buttocks, and his quiet cock,
still full, inside her. His arms tightened around her, and her insides melted
when he pressed a warm kiss to her shoulder.
“You’re wonderful,” he breathed
into her hair.
An unexpected vision rose of
waking up next to him tomorrow morning, then the next morning…and the next. A
lump rose in her throat. Four days on the fantasy planet, and she’d become
delusional. She could no more form a lasting relationship with Brent than she
could forget that she was there to hide from the cartel and get over Jenny’s
death, all in ten days’ time—and she had to find out what the
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