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ice-cream cone, she licked underneath where he was so sensitive that his
knees buckled, threatening to give way.
    A twinkle glimmered in her eyes as she
swallowed him.
    God help him. He threw back his head and
hissed like a snake before he returned his gaze to her mesmerizing blues.
    Gia’s mouth was hot, wet and so damn tight.
The sight of her sent a rush of blood to his balls, making them so full he was
afraid they might burst. It didn’t help that she kept a slow, steady rhythm
with the bob of her head. The pressure of her lips and the sinful movement of
her tongue as he slid in and out of her precious mouth were so arousing his
hips jerked. If he lived through this night it would be a miracle.
    “Fuck yeah.” He rocked his hips against
her.
    Little gasping noises grabbed his
attention. She gagged. Eyes wide and watery, she didn’t pull back or try to
release him.
    He eased his hold on her head and she
dragged in a shaky breath around him. “Relax your throat and breathe through
your nose.” When the muscles in her throat loosened and she began sucking him
again, he thrust forward, going deeper and further into heaven. “Oh, hell yeah.
Just like that. Suck it, baby.”
    The air in his lungs burned, matching the
tiny flames licking at his scrotum. Then she swallowed, her throat squeezing
him tight. Fire shot up his cock. He ducked his head, tensing. A shiver raked
over him.
    “Ohhh. Sweetheart, wait.” It took every
ounce of strength to hold back his raging orgasm. “Get on—” Another tremor
stole his words. He didn’t dare breathe or he’d lose it. “Hands. Knees. Now.”
The urgency in his raspy voice couldn’t be hidden. He needed to be inside her.
    Slowly, she shifted her body so her
heart-shaped ass faced him. “Like this?” Through feathered lashes the temptress
glanced over a shoulder. She was killing him and what was worse—she knew it.
    Standing behind her, he dropped to his
knees. His hips bucked against her, rubbing the hard length of him along the
curve of her ass. Smoothing a palm over the soft skin, he couldn’t help raising
his hand and bringing it down with enough force to sting.
    A tight shriek and she drew her head up,
her shock obvious. But when she looked back at him there was fire in her eyes
and a smile upon her face. “You’re physical, aren’t you?”
    Oh, hell yeah he was physical. What was
even better was that his woman liked to be spanked, an awareness that heated
his blood. The minute their gazes locked he knew there was restrained passion
burning deep inside her, and he planned to be the one who unleashed it.
    Gently he smoothed his palm over the
handprint forming on her bottom, stirring the blood, knowing she would soon
feel the prickly sensation that would follow. When he struck her again, she
moaned, a soft cry of pleasure that shook him to the core. He couldn’t help it.
He bent low, nipping her ass, forcing another cry from her lips as his tongue
bathed the sting.
    “Marc. Please.” The plea in her trembling
voice shattered what was left of his resistance.
    With one hand he grabbed a handful of hair
and pulled her head back so that her slender neck arched gracefully. The other
hand he used to guide his throbbing cock to her entrance. Parting the swollen
folds, he slammed into her. Her body welcomed him, clamping down with an iron
grip.
    Tight. Warm. Moist. And so fucking right he
shuddered.
    Again and again, he pistoned forward. The
sounds of their bodies slapping together and her little cries were so hot he
thought he’d come apart at the seams. The room filled with their scents
mingling together. Pleasure rippled through him, raising his balls into the
shelter of his body.
    He could stay buried inside her forever.
    Releasing her hair, he burrowed his fingers
into her hips, guiding her back hard and fast as he plunged forward, surging
deeper each time. The head of his erection rubbing against her cervix was
driving him crazy, and then she tensed. Her silky heat