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his rod against her, instinctively finding her opening. He tried to resist the pull of her sexuality, but the strength of it drew him. No force in nature could stop him—the need to possess her echoed with every pulse of his throbbing organ.
    He closed his eyes to absorb the pleasure, and then withdrew. She looked over her shoulder and met his eyes. For the briefest second, he feared she didn’t want him.
    “What’s wrong?” she whispered, using her arms to lift her chest from the cushion.
    “Nothing. Everything’s perfect.” The woman had no idea just how perfect. Scary perfect. “I just need a second, angel.”
    Confusion flitted across her face as he grabbed his jeans from the floor, fumbling for the pockets. Understanding crossed her features when he pulled out a condom.
    He’d almost forgotten. Lust for Tanith whacked his brain. His need to fill her bordered on obsession.
    She watched him sheath himself, the desire in her eyes every bit as sexy as the full breasts dangling from her kneeling body.
    Brent ran his fingers down her back as he pressed against her. She whimpered when his tip touched her opening. He needed no more persuasion. He rammed into her, fueled by the heat that enflamed him over the past weeks.
    He needed her, needed this. Her velvet wetness destroyed his control. He unleashed his lust into her. Over and over.
    Sheer heaven.
    She cried out as his cock pulsated. His body shook. He fell onto her back and wrapped his arms around her.
    It took several seconds before he regained control of his lungs. Only then was he able to relish the contractions that clutched and released his member. He nuzzled her neck. His mouth widened into a grin of pure joy.
    Embarrassment over the speed of his ejaculation quickly vanished. His member, deep inside her, pumped with new life as it grew full again.
    He flipped Tanith onto her back and took a nipple in his mouth. The woman had beautiful nipples. Sensitive too, if the little purring sound she made as he alternated from the left one to the right was any indication.
    He felt a resurgence of desire. Standing up, he removed the condom and reached for another, sheathing himself for a second time.
    Her eyes flicked open. “But we just… How?”
    “Shh,” he whispered. He thrust inside her again. She closed her lids.
    “Open your eyes. I want to see you, baby.”
    He withdrew and pulled her upright. Tanith stood with her thighs against the couch. He placed her arms around his neck and lifted her.
    “Brent, I’m too heavy.”
    He shushed her. “You’re a feather.”
    “You don’t understand, I’m—”
    She gasped when he lowered her hips onto his rod, at the same time pushing himself deeper into her lush body.
    “Oh, God.”
    “Did I hurt you?”
    She shook her head, opening and closing her mouth like a baby bird waiting for a worm. The limbs encircling his back trembled. Her pelvic muscles tightened around him. He spread her legs and held her firm, forcing her to wrap her ankles around his spine. He raised and lowered her with increasing speed, watching her eyes. He needed to focus on something, otherwise he’d lose his soul in the feel of her.
    Tanith made little sex noises as he lifted and let her fall. The sounds spurred him to drive deeper. The only things that existed in the entire universe were his penis and the wonderful wetness enveloping him.
    He sat down and began to bounce her, the pace frantic. He pumped harder and harder while his hands caressed her butt. He thrust into her with a fury, unable and unwilling to stop.
    “Oh. Brent. Oh, my God.” Her orgasm grasped both his member and his heart.
    He knew she would be great, but he had no idea she’d surpass his wildest fantasy. He made a guttural sound, pulling her deeper onto him.
    His thigh muscles went rigid. Brent poured into her like a cosmic blast. He flew, lost in a wild, wonderful abyss of pleasure, pleasure so exquisite it felt almost painful.
    Tanith’s unsteady voice brought him