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bra aside. Cupping her breast tightly, he thumbed her nipple to a stiff peak, goose bumps exploded on her flesh. Her knees weakened. His rough touch ignited currents of desire rapidly filling every nerve ending in her body. She wanted. . . no needed more of his touch.
Oh God, this is madness
…
but such
sweet madness .
AJ’s groan amplified the pulsing in her pelvis, her panties dampened with her desire for him. She wanted this man, this criminal, with a fiery passion she didn’t understand and didn’t care to question.
He grasped her buttocks, pulled her against his erection and broke the kiss. Leaning his forehead to hers, he took a moment to catch his breath. “I’m going to fuck you unless you stop me now. I have no willpower to let you go.”
Megan’s trembling limbs clung to him. An urgent need for him kept her silent, powerless to resist.
AJ picked her up, and she wrapped her legs around him, holding tight, ready to take all he would give. Not questioning her actions. Temporarily forgetting why he’d come to her home. She had a craving for him unlike any she’d ever known. She would never see him again so she’d satisfy it here and now.
He took her mouth savagely while walking forward until the dining table touched her behind. “Get those jeans off now,” he commanded in a husky, oh so sexy voice.
A tremor of excitement trickled down her back. She quickly stripped her jeans and panties off before she changed her mind or came to her senses.
His gaze drifted downward and stopped abruptly. “Fuck me! Shaved.” He lifted and deposited her on the edge of the table before dropping his jeans. “I can’t wait. I need to be inside you now.”
She gasped. His large, stiff rod jutted out from its own bald area. She reached out and he stopped her.
“No.” He nudged her back on the table, gripped her hips and scooted her closer to him.
He pushed a finger in her, she clamped on it and a desperate moan escaped her. Desire had its greedy clutches on her and would not let go. She didn’t need foreplay. She needed him inside her.
He mumbled something under his breath and settled himself in the cradle of her thighs. After torturing her while he moistened his arousal with the liquid heat pooled between her thighs, he shoved inside her in one solid, rough stroke, releasing a deep, rumbling groan and then stilled.
Her breath caught. What should’ve been painful only increased her burning need for him, fanning the flames. She wrapped her legs around him, encouraging him to move, to push in deeper.
“I’m going to fuck you hard and fast.”
He tightened his grip on her hips and watched his cock pump in and out in wild, frantic, deep strokes, delivering the raw, rough sex she craved.
Being reckless had never felt so good…so exciting…so right. He kept a rhythm that stole all thought except the acknowledgement of the endless, erotic sensations flowing through her.
With a muttered curse he lifted his eyes from where they were joined. She stared into his hot gaze, sending a quiver sizzling through her already sensitive, tingling body. One of his hands left her hip to rub her swollen nub.
She closed her eyes and rolled her head back with a sigh of pleasure. The combination of his deep, tight thrusts and attention to her sensitive clitoris was blissful torture.
“You feel so fucking good. I can’t hold out much longer.”
Neither could she. The rush of naughty, erotic sex, half-dressed on her table ignited the orgasm building inside her, a swirling need to be filled, to surpass that blissful crest.
She pulled her knees back and placed her feet on his broad chest. “Harder! Faster!” she screamed, lifting her hips higher to meet him.
He complied, his hips lunging deeper, each thrust reverberating through her, stroking that sweet spot deep inside.
Her body tightened as she began that exhilarating climb. She moaned and arched her back as she reached the top and teetered, her body humming, ready for the
Oh God, this is madness
…
but such
sweet madness .
AJ’s groan amplified the pulsing in her pelvis, her panties dampened with her desire for him. She wanted this man, this criminal, with a fiery passion she didn’t understand and didn’t care to question.
He grasped her buttocks, pulled her against his erection and broke the kiss. Leaning his forehead to hers, he took a moment to catch his breath. “I’m going to fuck you unless you stop me now. I have no willpower to let you go.”
Megan’s trembling limbs clung to him. An urgent need for him kept her silent, powerless to resist.
AJ picked her up, and she wrapped her legs around him, holding tight, ready to take all he would give. Not questioning her actions. Temporarily forgetting why he’d come to her home. She had a craving for him unlike any she’d ever known. She would never see him again so she’d satisfy it here and now.
He took her mouth savagely while walking forward until the dining table touched her behind. “Get those jeans off now,” he commanded in a husky, oh so sexy voice.
A tremor of excitement trickled down her back. She quickly stripped her jeans and panties off before she changed her mind or came to her senses.
His gaze drifted downward and stopped abruptly. “Fuck me! Shaved.” He lifted and deposited her on the edge of the table before dropping his jeans. “I can’t wait. I need to be inside you now.”
She gasped. His large, stiff rod jutted out from its own bald area. She reached out and he stopped her.
“No.” He nudged her back on the table, gripped her hips and scooted her closer to him.
He pushed a finger in her, she clamped on it and a desperate moan escaped her. Desire had its greedy clutches on her and would not let go. She didn’t need foreplay. She needed him inside her.
He mumbled something under his breath and settled himself in the cradle of her thighs. After torturing her while he moistened his arousal with the liquid heat pooled between her thighs, he shoved inside her in one solid, rough stroke, releasing a deep, rumbling groan and then stilled.
Her breath caught. What should’ve been painful only increased her burning need for him, fanning the flames. She wrapped her legs around him, encouraging him to move, to push in deeper.
“I’m going to fuck you hard and fast.”
He tightened his grip on her hips and watched his cock pump in and out in wild, frantic, deep strokes, delivering the raw, rough sex she craved.
Being reckless had never felt so good…so exciting…so right. He kept a rhythm that stole all thought except the acknowledgement of the endless, erotic sensations flowing through her.
With a muttered curse he lifted his eyes from where they were joined. She stared into his hot gaze, sending a quiver sizzling through her already sensitive, tingling body. One of his hands left her hip to rub her swollen nub.
She closed her eyes and rolled her head back with a sigh of pleasure. The combination of his deep, tight thrusts and attention to her sensitive clitoris was blissful torture.
“You feel so fucking good. I can’t hold out much longer.”
Neither could she. The rush of naughty, erotic sex, half-dressed on her table ignited the orgasm building inside her, a swirling need to be filled, to surpass that blissful crest.
She pulled her knees back and placed her feet on his broad chest. “Harder! Faster!” she screamed, lifting her hips higher to meet him.
He complied, his hips lunging deeper, each thrust reverberating through her, stroking that sweet spot deep inside.
Her body tightened as she began that exhilarating climb. She moaned and arched her back as she reached the top and teetered, her body humming, ready for the
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