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The hard length of Damon’s cock rubbed suggestively against her hip as he took her lips in another one of those devastating kisses. His tongue pressed deep into her mouth, his long-fingered hands tangling in her hair, and when he shifted more fully on top of her, his knees parted her thighs.
“Relax and let me in,” he whispered against her mouth, and she felt the inexorable nudge of his cock at her feminine opening. His entry was slow and restrained, very un-Damon, and a soft groan accompanied the moment when he sheathed himself fully inside her.
He was every bit as large as Marc, and the intimate possession was marvelous, especially with the lubricant and aphrodisiac in the capsule she’d used. Jayla pressed the small of his back, as if it would bring them even closer, lifting her hips. “Oh.”
“We’re together,” he said in a hoarse whisper, his dark eyes glittering under half-lowered lids. “Tied to each other forever, Jay. It’s never felt like this before because it’s you, and it’s me, and somehow I always knew one day…”
He trailed off and she wished she could tell him she’d known it too, because she had, but instead she squirmed a little, the need for him to move banishing all thoughts of poignant introspection.
That would have to come later, when he wasn’t deep inside her, when her body didn’t need sexual culmination. “Damon, do something,” she implored, arching beneath him.
“Kartel must be rubbing off on you,” he muttered, “because you just read my mind.”
He began to move, a slow withdrawal first, the backward slide of his sex making her quiver, and then the inward thrust where they both closed their eyes. Damon’s arms were braced on either side of her shoulders. Intoxicated by sensation, she inhaled both the musky scent of lovemaking and the masculine tang from his damp skin and moaned in pure erotic enjoyment.
With every thrust she moved higher, rapturous tingles turning into a haze of pleasure that held her spellbound until finally she soared free, clinging to Damon as he shuddered, his cock flexing inside her as he poured out his release and groaned her name.
In the aftermath, she ran her fingers through the tousled silk of his ebony hair, murmuring, “You weren’t too annoying just now, I suppose.”
His cock was still deep inside her and Damon lifted his head to give her a lazy grin. “I’ll have to try harder next time.”
“Or give me a chance.” A deep voice suggested.
In the drift of post-coital bliss, she’d all but forgotten about Marc.
Her husband now by law, her consort, and her first lover. A male generous enough—and wise enough—to gift her time with Damon. Jayla turned her head and saw he reclined on the bed next to them, propped on one elbow, a faint, attractive smile on his mouth. Nude, his muscled chest wide and hard, his erection prominent, he was just as magnificent a specimen as Damon, and a good deal more of an enigma. While she understood Damon’s reckless, stubborn brilliance, she had yet to explore Marc’s complex personality.
Damon rolled off of her, the loss of his withdrawal mitigated by the sudden gathering of her lax body into the arms of the male lying next to her. Marc whispered in her ear, his breath warm and mesmerizing, “You are incomparably beautiful in your pleasure, Princess.”
His chest was hard, strong, and lower, he was clearly infinitely aroused, his erection rigid and pulsing. Sated, she still felt an odd stirring. “I’m glad you think so.”
“I like watching you come.” He nibbled impudently on her earlobe, causing a shiver to run up her spine.
Damon was dangerous enough. Could she handle another such volatile male? “I’ll do my best to please you,” she said with as much asperity as she could summon in the aftermath of such erotic splendor.
“I’m not sure you have to do much of anything.” His grin was lazy, as was the drift of his hand through her disordered hair. “Your
The hard length of Damon’s cock rubbed suggestively against her hip as he took her lips in another one of those devastating kisses. His tongue pressed deep into her mouth, his long-fingered hands tangling in her hair, and when he shifted more fully on top of her, his knees parted her thighs.
“Relax and let me in,” he whispered against her mouth, and she felt the inexorable nudge of his cock at her feminine opening. His entry was slow and restrained, very un-Damon, and a soft groan accompanied the moment when he sheathed himself fully inside her.
He was every bit as large as Marc, and the intimate possession was marvelous, especially with the lubricant and aphrodisiac in the capsule she’d used. Jayla pressed the small of his back, as if it would bring them even closer, lifting her hips. “Oh.”
“We’re together,” he said in a hoarse whisper, his dark eyes glittering under half-lowered lids. “Tied to each other forever, Jay. It’s never felt like this before because it’s you, and it’s me, and somehow I always knew one day…”
He trailed off and she wished she could tell him she’d known it too, because she had, but instead she squirmed a little, the need for him to move banishing all thoughts of poignant introspection.
That would have to come later, when he wasn’t deep inside her, when her body didn’t need sexual culmination. “Damon, do something,” she implored, arching beneath him.
“Kartel must be rubbing off on you,” he muttered, “because you just read my mind.”
He began to move, a slow withdrawal first, the backward slide of his sex making her quiver, and then the inward thrust where they both closed their eyes. Damon’s arms were braced on either side of her shoulders. Intoxicated by sensation, she inhaled both the musky scent of lovemaking and the masculine tang from his damp skin and moaned in pure erotic enjoyment.
With every thrust she moved higher, rapturous tingles turning into a haze of pleasure that held her spellbound until finally she soared free, clinging to Damon as he shuddered, his cock flexing inside her as he poured out his release and groaned her name.
In the aftermath, she ran her fingers through the tousled silk of his ebony hair, murmuring, “You weren’t too annoying just now, I suppose.”
His cock was still deep inside her and Damon lifted his head to give her a lazy grin. “I’ll have to try harder next time.”
“Or give me a chance.” A deep voice suggested.
In the drift of post-coital bliss, she’d all but forgotten about Marc.
Her husband now by law, her consort, and her first lover. A male generous enough—and wise enough—to gift her time with Damon. Jayla turned her head and saw he reclined on the bed next to them, propped on one elbow, a faint, attractive smile on his mouth. Nude, his muscled chest wide and hard, his erection prominent, he was just as magnificent a specimen as Damon, and a good deal more of an enigma. While she understood Damon’s reckless, stubborn brilliance, she had yet to explore Marc’s complex personality.
Damon rolled off of her, the loss of his withdrawal mitigated by the sudden gathering of her lax body into the arms of the male lying next to her. Marc whispered in her ear, his breath warm and mesmerizing, “You are incomparably beautiful in your pleasure, Princess.”
His chest was hard, strong, and lower, he was clearly infinitely aroused, his erection rigid and pulsing. Sated, she still felt an odd stirring. “I’m glad you think so.”
“I like watching you come.” He nibbled impudently on her earlobe, causing a shiver to run up her spine.
Damon was dangerous enough. Could she handle another such volatile male? “I’ll do my best to please you,” she said with as much asperity as she could summon in the aftermath of such erotic splendor.
“I’m not sure you have to do much of anything.” His grin was lazy, as was the drift of his hand through her disordered hair. “Your
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