inside her. And he trusted her.
“Good. Then stop talking and just fuck me already.”
He tugged on her hair as his lips crashed down on hers. His other hand gripped his cock, and his muscles burned as he plunged rougher than ever before, pounding hard, like his very life depended on it.
“Liiiiiinc. Yes.”
Her body opened to him as he filled her. He clenched his jaw, need, pure fucking need, twisting inside him. He fucked her with a savagery he’d never before known. Plunging deep, pulling out, and slamming home again. She squirmed and moaned, her tight pussy making him harder than steel.
She clawed at his back and took him deep. “Like that. Just like that.”
He rocked into her, pulling almost all the way out only to bury himself deep again. Jesus, it didn’t just feel good, it felt right. She felt right. The pressure brewing between his legs drove him to the edge, and his breathing changed. She bit his shoulder, her thighs tightening around him. His cock pulsed, and he took a painful breath.
He cupped her face. “You’re so pretty, Lauren. I want you in every possible way.”
“Yes.” She slipped her hand between their bodies to rub her clit, and her mouth formed an O as she touched herself, owning her sexuality, taking what she needed. Hot. So fucking hot.
His heart thumped, and his mouth sought hers. He wet her bottom lip then pushed his tongue inside as he gripped her hips for better leverage. “I can’t get deep enough.”
“I need more,” she said.
“Use my cock. Grind on it. Bury it inside you. Take anything you want. Fuck, Lauren. Take everything.”
He growled and pumped deep, negotiating his stance to pound harder. He shifted and rotated, anything to drive in deeper. Drunk on her, he reached a maddening pace, so fucking needy it frightened him.
Her muscles tightened, teasing his orgasm, and she cried out his name. “That’s it,” he murmured as she clawed and scratched at his flesh. Her warmth singed his cock, and he threw his head back. He took deep choppy breaths as his brain shut down, pleasure taking over with the hot flow of need pouring from his body.
He spasmed and pulsed and held her tightly, not wanting to let her go. He rested his forehead against hers, his breathing labored. “Holy fuck, Lauren.”
“Yeah,” she whispered on an exhale. “I know.”
They stayed like that for a moment longer, both working on regulating their breathing and coming back down from their explosive lovemaking. The smell of smoke reached his nose.
“Shit, the frying pan is on fire.”
He pulled out of her, not nearly ready for the sex to be over—or for this weekend to be over—and grabbed the handle and tossed the pan into the sink. She was laughing when he shut the burner off and stepped back into her. She pointed an accusing finger at him.
“You’re the one who was in too much of a hurry to let me turn the burner off.”
“Oh, and you weren’t,” he shot back.
She grinned. “Maybe a little.”
He put his hand on her face, and ran his thumb over her flushed cheek. “How about we go into town. I know this great place that does breakfast.” He shot a glance to the clock on the wall. “Or rather brunch.” He pressed a kiss to her lips, and there was such a warm glow on her face, he wanted to forget about food and spend the day in bed. But she needed substance, so he planned to feed her. “Let’s get cleaned up and head out.” He helped her from the counter and put his hand on her back to guide her to the shower. “Is there anything special you’d like to do today?”
She bit her bottom lip. “Last night you did mention something about the boat.” She pointed to the double deck doors as they walked toward the hall. “I think I also remember something about bending me over that rail.”
He laughed. “Holy Christ, I’ve created a sex maniac.”
“You could be right. I might be an addict.”
A surge of possessiveness rose in him as he visualized her in bed with
“Good. Then stop talking and just fuck me already.”
He tugged on her hair as his lips crashed down on hers. His other hand gripped his cock, and his muscles burned as he plunged rougher than ever before, pounding hard, like his very life depended on it.
“Liiiiiinc. Yes.”
Her body opened to him as he filled her. He clenched his jaw, need, pure fucking need, twisting inside him. He fucked her with a savagery he’d never before known. Plunging deep, pulling out, and slamming home again. She squirmed and moaned, her tight pussy making him harder than steel.
She clawed at his back and took him deep. “Like that. Just like that.”
He rocked into her, pulling almost all the way out only to bury himself deep again. Jesus, it didn’t just feel good, it felt right. She felt right. The pressure brewing between his legs drove him to the edge, and his breathing changed. She bit his shoulder, her thighs tightening around him. His cock pulsed, and he took a painful breath.
He cupped her face. “You’re so pretty, Lauren. I want you in every possible way.”
“Yes.” She slipped her hand between their bodies to rub her clit, and her mouth formed an O as she touched herself, owning her sexuality, taking what she needed. Hot. So fucking hot.
His heart thumped, and his mouth sought hers. He wet her bottom lip then pushed his tongue inside as he gripped her hips for better leverage. “I can’t get deep enough.”
“I need more,” she said.
“Use my cock. Grind on it. Bury it inside you. Take anything you want. Fuck, Lauren. Take everything.”
He growled and pumped deep, negotiating his stance to pound harder. He shifted and rotated, anything to drive in deeper. Drunk on her, he reached a maddening pace, so fucking needy it frightened him.
Her muscles tightened, teasing his orgasm, and she cried out his name. “That’s it,” he murmured as she clawed and scratched at his flesh. Her warmth singed his cock, and he threw his head back. He took deep choppy breaths as his brain shut down, pleasure taking over with the hot flow of need pouring from his body.
He spasmed and pulsed and held her tightly, not wanting to let her go. He rested his forehead against hers, his breathing labored. “Holy fuck, Lauren.”
“Yeah,” she whispered on an exhale. “I know.”
They stayed like that for a moment longer, both working on regulating their breathing and coming back down from their explosive lovemaking. The smell of smoke reached his nose.
“Shit, the frying pan is on fire.”
He pulled out of her, not nearly ready for the sex to be over—or for this weekend to be over—and grabbed the handle and tossed the pan into the sink. She was laughing when he shut the burner off and stepped back into her. She pointed an accusing finger at him.
“You’re the one who was in too much of a hurry to let me turn the burner off.”
“Oh, and you weren’t,” he shot back.
She grinned. “Maybe a little.”
He put his hand on her face, and ran his thumb over her flushed cheek. “How about we go into town. I know this great place that does breakfast.” He shot a glance to the clock on the wall. “Or rather brunch.” He pressed a kiss to her lips, and there was such a warm glow on her face, he wanted to forget about food and spend the day in bed. But she needed substance, so he planned to feed her. “Let’s get cleaned up and head out.” He helped her from the counter and put his hand on her back to guide her to the shower. “Is there anything special you’d like to do today?”
She bit her bottom lip. “Last night you did mention something about the boat.” She pointed to the double deck doors as they walked toward the hall. “I think I also remember something about bending me over that rail.”
He laughed. “Holy Christ, I’ve created a sex maniac.”
“You could be right. I might be an addict.”
A surge of possessiveness rose in him as he visualized her in bed with
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