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fill you up. I can make this so good for you. Show me how hot you are for
me.”
This was really happening! She was having hot, spontaneous sex with the man of her dreams—and on
her birthday, too.
“Condom?”
Their gazes collided and the world skidded to a startlingly grinding halt for Bryce.
Condom?
Shit, he hadn’t brought condoms. Why the hell did she think he would? He was coming to visit her, not
out whoring at a club. A realization that in itself really should have sent him running.
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But the thought of being denied this moment with Jenna nearly killed him. There was nothing in the world
he wanted right now more than to be inside Jenna’s body, watching her ride him to completion. She was
going to look so sexy riding his cock, her big breasts bouncing. And he was going to watch her, every
second of her body grinding on his.
“Bryce?” she asked, pulling away from him.
He couldn’t have that. She wasn’t leaving him, not before he got inside her.
“I don’t have one, Jen. I . . . I didn’t plan for . . . that’s not to say . . .”
“I know what you mean. Maybe we should cool things down.”
She tried to get off his lap, but he held her there, his fingers digging into her thighs.
“Don’t move.”
Shifting his hips, he reached into his back pocket for his wallet. Jesus, he hoped he had one in there. He
found a foil square behind his credit cards and pulled it free, showing it to her, wondering what she
thought. Her gaze dropped down to his hand.
“No backing out now, Jenna.”
And he meant it. It was more than just a touch of fate that had him carrying around that condom. Tossing
aside his wallet, he opened the packet, slid the condom on his aching erection and reached for her.
“I want this more than anything else in the world. Tell me you want this, Jenna. Tell me you wantme .”
“I want you, Bryce,” she said on a gasp as she slid down onto his cock. She was tight. And warm. And .
. .perfect .
She felt so right, like she’d been made to fit him. Better than any other woman had ever felt to him.
“Look at me, Jenna,” he whispered as he cupped her face, tilting it up to his. When her gaze was on him,
he couldn’t help but take his thumbs and caress her flushed cheeks. She certainly didn’t look average
now. She looked like a sex kitten, and he was eating her up. He wondered how he had never been
struck stupid by her beautiful eyes or her full lips. He wondered how he could have missed this lush,
beautiful body that made love to him like the most skilled concubine.
Maybe he had noticed, but refused to see it. Because . . . He didn’t want to think of “because.” He only
wanted to think of making sweet love to Jenna.
As she followed his lead, she moved on him, her breasts bouncing, her hair swinging. For long minutes he
sat back and just watched her, marveling at her body and its sensuous, undulating moves.
Damn, she looked perfect on him, fucking him slowly.
But then he got restless. He wanted to go deeper. So he grabbed her hips and thrust forward, filling her,
making her cry out.
That cry was the sweetest sound he ever heard. She was begging for him, pleading like no woman ever
had. And he wanted her to have him—all of him.
Parting her sex, he stroked her clitoris with the tip of his forefinger. She moaned and twisted, but he held
her in place with one hand on her hip as he penetrated her deep and slow. Over and over he stroked her
clit, finding the rhythm she liked, and soon she was riding him hard and wanton, just as he hoped she
would.
When she took her breasts in her hands and started working them, Bryce nearly came undone. The sex
kitten was a tigress, and he was growing addicted.
It should have been a dangerous admission, but he was too enthralled with the sight of Jenna, with her
hands full of her perfect breasts, to realize it.
With two more
me.”
This was really happening! She was having hot, spontaneous sex with the man of her dreams—and on
her birthday, too.
“Condom?”
Their gazes collided and the world skidded to a startlingly grinding halt for Bryce.
Condom?
Shit, he hadn’t brought condoms. Why the hell did she think he would? He was coming to visit her, not
out whoring at a club. A realization that in itself really should have sent him running.
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But the thought of being denied this moment with Jenna nearly killed him. There was nothing in the world
he wanted right now more than to be inside Jenna’s body, watching her ride him to completion. She was
going to look so sexy riding his cock, her big breasts bouncing. And he was going to watch her, every
second of her body grinding on his.
“Bryce?” she asked, pulling away from him.
He couldn’t have that. She wasn’t leaving him, not before he got inside her.
“I don’t have one, Jen. I . . . I didn’t plan for . . . that’s not to say . . .”
“I know what you mean. Maybe we should cool things down.”
She tried to get off his lap, but he held her there, his fingers digging into her thighs.
“Don’t move.”
Shifting his hips, he reached into his back pocket for his wallet. Jesus, he hoped he had one in there. He
found a foil square behind his credit cards and pulled it free, showing it to her, wondering what she
thought. Her gaze dropped down to his hand.
“No backing out now, Jenna.”
And he meant it. It was more than just a touch of fate that had him carrying around that condom. Tossing
aside his wallet, he opened the packet, slid the condom on his aching erection and reached for her.
“I want this more than anything else in the world. Tell me you want this, Jenna. Tell me you wantme .”
“I want you, Bryce,” she said on a gasp as she slid down onto his cock. She was tight. And warm. And .
. .perfect .
She felt so right, like she’d been made to fit him. Better than any other woman had ever felt to him.
“Look at me, Jenna,” he whispered as he cupped her face, tilting it up to his. When her gaze was on him,
he couldn’t help but take his thumbs and caress her flushed cheeks. She certainly didn’t look average
now. She looked like a sex kitten, and he was eating her up. He wondered how he had never been
struck stupid by her beautiful eyes or her full lips. He wondered how he could have missed this lush,
beautiful body that made love to him like the most skilled concubine.
Maybe he had noticed, but refused to see it. Because . . . He didn’t want to think of “because.” He only
wanted to think of making sweet love to Jenna.
As she followed his lead, she moved on him, her breasts bouncing, her hair swinging. For long minutes he
sat back and just watched her, marveling at her body and its sensuous, undulating moves.
Damn, she looked perfect on him, fucking him slowly.
But then he got restless. He wanted to go deeper. So he grabbed her hips and thrust forward, filling her,
making her cry out.
That cry was the sweetest sound he ever heard. She was begging for him, pleading like no woman ever
had. And he wanted her to have him—all of him.
Parting her sex, he stroked her clitoris with the tip of his forefinger. She moaned and twisted, but he held
her in place with one hand on her hip as he penetrated her deep and slow. Over and over he stroked her
clit, finding the rhythm she liked, and soon she was riding him hard and wanton, just as he hoped she
would.
When she took her breasts in her hands and started working them, Bryce nearly came undone. The sex
kitten was a tigress, and he was growing addicted.
It should have been a dangerous admission, but he was too enthralled with the sight of Jenna, with her
hands full of her perfect breasts, to realize it.
With two more
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