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continued his hard thrusts. "You're going to wear me out."
He pinched one of her nipples hard and she moaned even louder. "You weren't even breathing hard after five games of three-on-three. I think you can handle several good fuckings."
Willow began to tremble as her orgasm came closer and closer.
"Feels so good to have my cock inside your tight, slick pussy with no rubber between us."
"Yes. Good." Willow was almost dizzy from breathing so hard and all the sensations rolling through her body. She couldn't begin to get out a coherent sentence if she tried.
"That's it, honey," Zane said as she trembled harder and nearly crossed her eyes from the power of her oncoming orgasm. He rubbed her clit harder. "Come for me now."
This time her cries were like choking sobs as her climax broke through her. She felt as if her body fractured, with pieces flying and scattering into shards of glass that glittered all over the floor.
Her arms gave out while he was still taking her and her face pressed against the soft throw rug, her arms above her head. It was a wonder she didn't turn into a pool of hot melted glass.
Willow's body kept throbbing and she jerked with every spasm of her core.
Zane pulled out. "Turn over."
She struggled to move with her trembling arms. As soon as she was on her back, he jerked her shorts all the way off, leaving her socks and running shoes on.
Not even giving her a chance to catch her breath, much less absorb what he was doing, Zane lifted her legs so that her knees were over his shoulders. He had her backside raised off the floor before he thrust deep.
Willow made sharp, gasping sounds. After that incredible orgasm she was so sensitive inside that she could hardly take any more.
"Oh, you can take more," Zane said and she wondered if she had spoken the words aloud.
"Especially after all of your teasing since I had you in my bed the first time."
"You mean several times."
He groaned as his own body started to tremble against hers. "And you're going to come again."
"What gave you the first clue?" she said between harsh breaths, and his grin seemed almost devilish as he looked down at her and pressed his thumb against her clit.
Willow shouted this time when she climaxed, and she twisted and turned almost without realizing it.
"That's it, honey," Zane said, and a few strokes later he gave a hoarse groan and she felt his cock throbbing inside her as he climaxed.
He eased her legs from his shoulders and settled on top of her without putting his whole weight on her, his cock still in her channel. His body burned hot, the smell of sex and his masculine scent heavy in the air.
Even as she lay there limp and exhausted, Zane hardened inside her.
"Let's try the table next," he said, and she smiled as she found her second wind.
If Georgina's intel was good, they were just about to make one hell of a bust.
An hour before, Zane's teams had taken their positions around the dimly lit warehouse.
They intended to make sure they arrived before the Petrelli mob turned over the weapons to the faction of terrorists led by Hisham Nasri.
No way in hell was Zane going to let the Petrellis sell the Barrett 82A1 .50 cal armor-piercing rifles to terrorists. Where the hell had the Petrellis gotten their hands on the weapons to begin with?
If anyone could find out, Rizzo could. She'd have to dig deeper.
Zane checked his watch, pressing a button that allowed the screen to be so slightly illuminated that it wouldn't glow bright enough for anyone but him to see.
Inside and outside, the warehouse was wired with RED's high-tech cameras, and bugs so that every word would be easily heard. RED's techs were the best.
As far as legality for whatever they did, RED had a blanket warrant on this op from the judge who handled all of RED's cases.
Ten minutes to one. The Petrelli family and Nasri faction should be arriving any time now.
It wasn't long before a couple of big dark-colored Cadillacs pulled up followed by what looked
He pinched one of her nipples hard and she moaned even louder. "You weren't even breathing hard after five games of three-on-three. I think you can handle several good fuckings."
Willow began to tremble as her orgasm came closer and closer.
"Feels so good to have my cock inside your tight, slick pussy with no rubber between us."
"Yes. Good." Willow was almost dizzy from breathing so hard and all the sensations rolling through her body. She couldn't begin to get out a coherent sentence if she tried.
"That's it, honey," Zane said as she trembled harder and nearly crossed her eyes from the power of her oncoming orgasm. He rubbed her clit harder. "Come for me now."
This time her cries were like choking sobs as her climax broke through her. She felt as if her body fractured, with pieces flying and scattering into shards of glass that glittered all over the floor.
Her arms gave out while he was still taking her and her face pressed against the soft throw rug, her arms above her head. It was a wonder she didn't turn into a pool of hot melted glass.
Willow's body kept throbbing and she jerked with every spasm of her core.
Zane pulled out. "Turn over."
She struggled to move with her trembling arms. As soon as she was on her back, he jerked her shorts all the way off, leaving her socks and running shoes on.
Not even giving her a chance to catch her breath, much less absorb what he was doing, Zane lifted her legs so that her knees were over his shoulders. He had her backside raised off the floor before he thrust deep.
Willow made sharp, gasping sounds. After that incredible orgasm she was so sensitive inside that she could hardly take any more.
"Oh, you can take more," Zane said and she wondered if she had spoken the words aloud.
"Especially after all of your teasing since I had you in my bed the first time."
"You mean several times."
He groaned as his own body started to tremble against hers. "And you're going to come again."
"What gave you the first clue?" she said between harsh breaths, and his grin seemed almost devilish as he looked down at her and pressed his thumb against her clit.
Willow shouted this time when she climaxed, and she twisted and turned almost without realizing it.
"That's it, honey," Zane said, and a few strokes later he gave a hoarse groan and she felt his cock throbbing inside her as he climaxed.
He eased her legs from his shoulders and settled on top of her without putting his whole weight on her, his cock still in her channel. His body burned hot, the smell of sex and his masculine scent heavy in the air.
Even as she lay there limp and exhausted, Zane hardened inside her.
"Let's try the table next," he said, and she smiled as she found her second wind.
If Georgina's intel was good, they were just about to make one hell of a bust.
An hour before, Zane's teams had taken their positions around the dimly lit warehouse.
They intended to make sure they arrived before the Petrelli mob turned over the weapons to the faction of terrorists led by Hisham Nasri.
No way in hell was Zane going to let the Petrellis sell the Barrett 82A1 .50 cal armor-piercing rifles to terrorists. Where the hell had the Petrellis gotten their hands on the weapons to begin with?
If anyone could find out, Rizzo could. She'd have to dig deeper.
Zane checked his watch, pressing a button that allowed the screen to be so slightly illuminated that it wouldn't glow bright enough for anyone but him to see.
Inside and outside, the warehouse was wired with RED's high-tech cameras, and bugs so that every word would be easily heard. RED's techs were the best.
As far as legality for whatever they did, RED had a blanket warrant on this op from the judge who handled all of RED's cases.
Ten minutes to one. The Petrelli family and Nasri faction should be arriving any time now.
It wasn't long before a couple of big dark-colored Cadillacs pulled up followed by what looked
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