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him jerk and grab fistfuls of the quilt. Her
beautiful lips on his shaft, her hair framing her face, her breasts about to
spill out of her bra…which he should have removed by now, but unwrapping Rori a
little at a time seemed to be his newest hobby.
    “Darlin’. So good.” He ran his fingers through her thick,
silky hair as she teased him in slow motion, her tongue doing wild things, her
mouth sucking strong and sure. The temptation to come in her hot mouth nearly
did him in. “Ride me.” He couldn’t wait another minute to be inside her, and he
opened the drawer on the bedside table.
    Her head popped up and her lips slid off him as he handed
her a condom. She opened the packet and slid the thing on him, carefully and
accurately. His breath caught for a second. She handled everything like her
work ethic in the other pieces of her life. He’d take pleasure in watching her
fall apart on top of him.
    Crawling up his body, she kissed his ribs, his chest, his
chin, then lapped her tongue on his lips. “You’d best hang on, cowboy, ‘cause
this is gonna be wilder than any eight second ride.”
    He almost laughed at the cliché, but her eyes told him she
was dead serious. Lifting his head, he kissed her, fast and wild, their tongues
tangling, their breaths mingling. She ended the kiss, and he let her take
charge, let her do what she wanted to him. He was content to lay back and enjoy
the fuck out of whatever happened tonight. Why that didn’t bother him, he
didn’t know, but he’d embrace it, let it be okay for him not to need to be in
charge.
    Lifting herself, she settled back, his cock brushing her
soft inner thigh, blood heating his groin in anticipation. She grasped his
shaft in her hand, moaning as she eased up, rubbed his blunt head along the
hot, slick passage between her legs.
    Jackson’s eyes rolled back as her warmth promised him
heaven. Hold it together, cowboy . He couldn’t embarrass himself and
shoot off the second she—
    Rori dropped down onto him, her tight core fisting around
him so snug and hot, he almost did what he’d sworn not to. Sucking in a breath,
he lifted his head and stared at the perfection of his cock sliding deep inside
her pussy. A picture he’d keep in his mind forever.
    Dropping her head back, she shuddered and licked her lips.
    “Damn, woman. You’re perfection.” He wanted to say more, let
her know he could do this with her for the next hundred years and still be just
as turned on, but neither of them wanted long-term. Right?
    Her gaze met his, her eyes dark-blue as sunset now, her
pupils enormous. “You’re so big.” She eased up then back down, taking more of
him inside her, welcoming him into her body.
    “Take it slow, Rori. Take it any fucking way you want it.”
    That put a naughty smile on her face, and she leaned forward
a few inches, placing her palms on his chest, capturing his nipples between her
fingers. “I want it crazy, Jackson.” Squeezing her fingers together, she
pinched his nipples, causing ripples of lust to spread through his body.
    With a groan, he sat forward and reached behind her,
unhooking her bra and slowly pulling it from her. Her breasts popped free,
showing off her cherry red nipples, the same color as her beautiful pussy,
hardened and puckered. Cupping her breasts, he stared for long moments before
moving in and sucking one into his mouth.
    Her taste was sweet, the scent of her filling his nostrils
as she puffed breaths in and out, then threaded her fingers into his hair. He
moved his lips to her other breast, taking it in, teasing and nibbling on it.
    “Oh, yes.” She lifted her body, sliding her pussy along his
cock until only the head remained inside her. “This will work.”
    He chuckled, his lips still locked on her nipple. The way
she always said what was on her mind amazed him.
    She dropped her body back onto his cock, impaling herself.
He gasped a breath, releasing her nipple, and she pushed against his shoulders
until he lay on