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now, lady.”
One slat cracked as he splayed his damp fingers on the ancient blind above her head, no doubt leaving telltale smears. Bram gripped her braid and took her mouth again. The rich taste of her blended with the robust flavor of him, and she moaned. Being claimed had never branded so hot.
Chapter Four
“I need to fuck you. Now.”
Those bawdy words, rumbled against her mouth, shocked through her with a fervid power. Her just-sated pussy quaked, empty, needing the hard driving length of his cock slamming into her. She may have nodded, or maybe she murmured consent, but somehow she was on his lap. The chair arms dug into her thighs, and she fumbled, twisting until she could spread her legs wide enough to straddle both him and the seat. The stretch burned her quivering muscles, highlighting the bare brush of her skin on his denim jeans.
His hand fisted in her braided hair, and he kissed her, his hard mouth devouring her, his tongue searching for the hidden depths of her mouth. With a quick tug, Bram sent the twisted elastic tie flying and worked his hands through her hair. The heavy mass shifted, streaming along her back and shoulders in a wavy veil. Both hands wrapped in the freed waves, he pulled her head back, exposing her neck. His teeth scraped her skin, a fire raking her with an invisible flame. At the curve of her neck, where her shoulder began, he bit and sucked. Her hips arched hard, grinding into his erection. Her exposed pussy rubbed along his straining zipper and a moan slipped from her mouth.
“There.” His tongue soothed over the stinging mark. “I owed you.”
“Less talk, more sex,” she ordered, recapturing his mouth.
Bram growled, gripped her bared ass and hoisted her up. She scrambled to find footing with her knees spread around him. The world teetered and spun when his mouth latched onto her breast. A sizzle of pleasure twined through her. The thin, now-loose shirt hung open, giving him access to every inch of her flesh, and he left not one of those inches untasted. He suckled each nipple deep and swirled his tongue, nibbled the bottom curve of her breasts, smoothed his mouth down her stomach.
Without warning, two strong fingers pushed into her wet folds and his mouth sucked her nipple deep. A fractured hum vibrated her throat. Shit, that felt good. So close to what she craved, but so far from what she needed, like smelling fresh coffee but drinking Earl Grey. Still, it quenched her thirst to a minute degree. Her inner thighs glistened with her excitement, and she pressed tight to his chest, her tiptoes straining to hold herself up, give his fingers room. Unhurried strokes teased her until her legs quivered. The firm heel of his hand massaged the aching knot of nerves while his fingers curled inside her. He hit a particularly sweet spot, and she gasped, her feminine muscles tightening.
Dizzy with need, her head fell back, and she harshly drew in gulps of air. The bite of unseen whiskers grazing her breast ratcheted immoral sensations through her. She closed her eyes and relished in the slick glide of his hand, the rhythmic pull of his mouth. The only sound was her ragged breath, the monotone whirr of the dryers and Bram sucking her nipple. His hair was thick, longer than last July, and she buried her fingers deep as she took his mouth. His lusty male scent, the strength of his body, the taste of his kiss all called to her with a raw hunger.
Sometimes a woman just had to take matters into her own hands. Grabbing his wrist, she pulled his hand from between her legs and reached for the button of his pants. She yanked his zipper down, and Bram roughly pushed his jeans lower, freeing himself to her touch. Thickly veined and as magnificently proud as she remembered, he was molten silk and forged iron in her hands. She squeezed once, twice, from the base of his cock to the tip, her knuckles grazing his bellybutton. In the glow of the maintenance lights, a pearly liquid coated the broad head,
One slat cracked as he splayed his damp fingers on the ancient blind above her head, no doubt leaving telltale smears. Bram gripped her braid and took her mouth again. The rich taste of her blended with the robust flavor of him, and she moaned. Being claimed had never branded so hot.
Chapter Four
“I need to fuck you. Now.”
Those bawdy words, rumbled against her mouth, shocked through her with a fervid power. Her just-sated pussy quaked, empty, needing the hard driving length of his cock slamming into her. She may have nodded, or maybe she murmured consent, but somehow she was on his lap. The chair arms dug into her thighs, and she fumbled, twisting until she could spread her legs wide enough to straddle both him and the seat. The stretch burned her quivering muscles, highlighting the bare brush of her skin on his denim jeans.
His hand fisted in her braided hair, and he kissed her, his hard mouth devouring her, his tongue searching for the hidden depths of her mouth. With a quick tug, Bram sent the twisted elastic tie flying and worked his hands through her hair. The heavy mass shifted, streaming along her back and shoulders in a wavy veil. Both hands wrapped in the freed waves, he pulled her head back, exposing her neck. His teeth scraped her skin, a fire raking her with an invisible flame. At the curve of her neck, where her shoulder began, he bit and sucked. Her hips arched hard, grinding into his erection. Her exposed pussy rubbed along his straining zipper and a moan slipped from her mouth.
“There.” His tongue soothed over the stinging mark. “I owed you.”
“Less talk, more sex,” she ordered, recapturing his mouth.
Bram growled, gripped her bared ass and hoisted her up. She scrambled to find footing with her knees spread around him. The world teetered and spun when his mouth latched onto her breast. A sizzle of pleasure twined through her. The thin, now-loose shirt hung open, giving him access to every inch of her flesh, and he left not one of those inches untasted. He suckled each nipple deep and swirled his tongue, nibbled the bottom curve of her breasts, smoothed his mouth down her stomach.
Without warning, two strong fingers pushed into her wet folds and his mouth sucked her nipple deep. A fractured hum vibrated her throat. Shit, that felt good. So close to what she craved, but so far from what she needed, like smelling fresh coffee but drinking Earl Grey. Still, it quenched her thirst to a minute degree. Her inner thighs glistened with her excitement, and she pressed tight to his chest, her tiptoes straining to hold herself up, give his fingers room. Unhurried strokes teased her until her legs quivered. The firm heel of his hand massaged the aching knot of nerves while his fingers curled inside her. He hit a particularly sweet spot, and she gasped, her feminine muscles tightening.
Dizzy with need, her head fell back, and she harshly drew in gulps of air. The bite of unseen whiskers grazing her breast ratcheted immoral sensations through her. She closed her eyes and relished in the slick glide of his hand, the rhythmic pull of his mouth. The only sound was her ragged breath, the monotone whirr of the dryers and Bram sucking her nipple. His hair was thick, longer than last July, and she buried her fingers deep as she took his mouth. His lusty male scent, the strength of his body, the taste of his kiss all called to her with a raw hunger.
Sometimes a woman just had to take matters into her own hands. Grabbing his wrist, she pulled his hand from between her legs and reached for the button of his pants. She yanked his zipper down, and Bram roughly pushed his jeans lower, freeing himself to her touch. Thickly veined and as magnificently proud as she remembered, he was molten silk and forged iron in her hands. She squeezed once, twice, from the base of his cock to the tip, her knuckles grazing his bellybutton. In the glow of the maintenance lights, a pearly liquid coated the broad head,
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