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needing no urging to
squeeze them around him. He shifted his hips, and his crown nudged
her labia. His eyes went dark a second before they flared.
    She knew why his irises had lit up. She was
even wetter than she’d been when he was fingering her.
    He pushed inward without a word, and she took
him the same way. His cock was smooth and hot and thicker than
she’d expected, stretching her soft wet walls. When he needed a
different angle to penetrate completely, she cocked her pelvis to
it for him. He closed his eyes to slide in that last fraction, his
hips wriggling against hers in a lovely rooting motion she couldn’t
doubt he enjoyed. Her pussy clenched around it, the ache his deep
pressure stirred marvelous.
    His lashes rose and he smiled at her.
    “What do you like?” he asked. “Fast?
Slow?”
    She blinked. It bothered her that he could
ask this, that his control remained unshaken. Shouldn’t even a
Romeo lose his cool for her? Rather than spoil the moment, she
shoved her pique aside.
    “I like it fast,” she answered. “And
hard.”
    He pressed his lips to hers once, gently. “As
my lady commands,” he said.
    ~
    Nate liked all sorts of women and all sorts
of lovemaking. That said, there was nothing quite like letting
loose with a fellow were. He could hardly imagine a better match
than for his preferences than Evina.
    She fit him in ways he hadn’t known a woman
could.
    Her slighter size made him want to protect
her while her curves urged him to maraud. The groan of enjoyment
that welcomed his first hard thrust told him he could get away with
that. Even better, her assertiveness challenged the side of him
that just knew it could take charge. He wanted to devastate her
with every trick his years of lovemaking had taught him.
    Unfortunately, he was too busy rocketing to
Crazy Land for that.
    No matter how fast and deep he drove his cock
into her, his nerves urged him to grab more. She was helping, her
ankles hooked tight in the small of his back, her heels digging in
each time she thrust with him. Their bodies slapped each other more
noisily than they did the padded wall.
    Evina was so wet it would have been a crime
not to make the most of her welcome. Nate braced one foot on the
wall behind him to add to his thrusting power.
    He grunted at the immediate enhancement of
sensation. Each time he slung in her was like visiting heaven.
Knowing her tigers were outside, he tried to be quieter. He might
have saved himself the trouble. Evina was making more of a racket
than he was.
    “Shit,” she said, her fingernails pricking
holes right through his nice silk shirt.
    The idea that she was excited enough to lose
control of her shape sent his arousal into the stratosphere. His
own fingertips were hot, his claws trying to lengthen too. He
reined them in with all his will, preferring not to bloody her cute
bottom.
    “God, you’re hot,” he swore, pumping still
harder into her.
    Evina bit her lip and tensed. Her head lashed
from side to side on the tufted leather, the motion a silent no,
no, no . Nate concluded she didn’t want to let go before he
did.
    “Me too,” he whispered, jerking his mouth
closer to her ear. “My balls feel like they’re about to explode
with come.”
    It seemed she liked dirty talk. She whimpered
and went for him, the strong contractions of her pussy incredible
on his cock: soft wet ripples dragging him to the brink. Nate
gasped, the fullness in his testicles increasing by what felt like
a power of ten. He couldn’t have held on for anything. Sheer primal
need overtook experience.
    This was the moment when he and his beast
were one.
    Losing it, he cried out and shoved in as the
heat of ejaculation rushed intensely from him. Her heels pulled in
on his tailbone at exactly the perfect time, locking him as deep as
he could go inside her while her sex clamped like a vise around
him.
    The pleasure of all those pressures made him
groan. Pain, of course, wasn’t what pulled the sound from