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squirmed; his dick thickened. He tightened his hold on her silky locks, bringing her face up. “I'm going to kiss us both to orgasm. You move, and you'll pay later.”
He gave her a little shake and demanded, “Got that?”
“I want to move,” she croaked, her voice a mere thought, barely audible. Licking his jaw, she fixed her black eyes on his, and pled, “Please?”
“Uh-uh.” The grunt was all he could manage. He shifted, widening his thighs, and clamped a leg over each one of hers, bearing down hard so she couldn't move.
Onyx brows arched, and she whimpered.
The delicious sound pushed him over the edge. He angled her hips and thrust deep and hard, lids lowering to half-mast as sheer ecstasy pumped blood to his groin to a level near pain.
She whimpered again, that back-of-the-throat, husky sound she'd made last night. Her eyes took on a faraway, dreamy glaze; her lips were swollen and wet, plump and inviting, and he couldn't resist.
He swooped in and captured her mouth, his tongue plunging in, tasting her essence, licking her teeth, learning all her hot spots. She gasped, her breath coating warmth over the insides of his cheek. He bit down on her tongue, letting her know he was in charge.
Her whimpers reverberated in his mouth; she turned relentless, kissing him back, touching her tongue to his, rolling over and around. Nipping her again, he loosened his hold on her ass, and she wriggled, her pussy teasing his dick.
Linc smacked her butt hard, but before he could grip her sweet cheeks again, she ground down on him. Her pussy fastened around his dick, the clenching and convulsing walls hotter than hell, creaming him; the hairs on his balls bristled and prickled.
“Come,” he growled the words into her mouth and snagged her bottom lip between his teeth.
Destiny fucking came.
Blizzard whiteness couldn't blind him more than the milking of her pussy.
Explosion after explosion racked shudders through her body and his. The aftershocks squeezed him into another spurt; he suckled her lips through it, teasing her with half kisses, withholding his tongue until she spasmed, again wringing more cum from his dick.
Iron discipline shattered, brain unable to function, Linc stroked her spine and pulled the sheets over her shoulders. She melted into him like a purring kitten, dozing and murmuring in her sleep, and he loved it—loved the way she responded to him, loved that she'd come on his command from day one.
Day one?
He was far gone. Technically they hadn't even entered day two.
Linc's stomach rumbled, and an image of bacon, hash browns, fried eggs, and toast had his mouth watering the way no gourmet spread ever had. Still half-hard, he withdrew, and a smile tugged at his lips when her vagina resisted his dick's departure.
He kissed her forehead and shifted her head onto the pillow. Her lids rose slowly, and she peered at him. “Mmm?”
“Stay put,” he whispered. “I'll be right back.”
“Mmm.” Her eyelids closed, and she turned on her side, both hands under her cheek, raven locks fanning the white linen.
She looked like a little princess, his princess.
He sent a thank-you to whoever'd decided to get a gas water heater for the cabin, strode into the bathroom, flushed the used condom, filled a bowl with warm water, collected hand and face towels, and ambled back to the bedroom. After setting the round pottery on the bedside table, he dampened the square material and wrung it dry, all the while studying his Destiny's relaxed, sated pose.
“Turn over, Destiny,” he commanded, one hand applying a slight pressure to her smooth shoulder.
“Mmm?” One eye opened in response to his order.
When he cupped the warm terry over her folds, her brows did a rocket climb. She rose onto her forearms, dark eyes widening as she stared at the towel. “What?”
Her thighs squeezed his hand, and Linc grinned and demanded, “Spread, Destiny. You need a wash.”
A blush a few shades lighter than a ruby rose
He gave her a little shake and demanded, “Got that?”
“I want to move,” she croaked, her voice a mere thought, barely audible. Licking his jaw, she fixed her black eyes on his, and pled, “Please?”
“Uh-uh.” The grunt was all he could manage. He shifted, widening his thighs, and clamped a leg over each one of hers, bearing down hard so she couldn't move.
Onyx brows arched, and she whimpered.
The delicious sound pushed him over the edge. He angled her hips and thrust deep and hard, lids lowering to half-mast as sheer ecstasy pumped blood to his groin to a level near pain.
She whimpered again, that back-of-the-throat, husky sound she'd made last night. Her eyes took on a faraway, dreamy glaze; her lips were swollen and wet, plump and inviting, and he couldn't resist.
He swooped in and captured her mouth, his tongue plunging in, tasting her essence, licking her teeth, learning all her hot spots. She gasped, her breath coating warmth over the insides of his cheek. He bit down on her tongue, letting her know he was in charge.
Her whimpers reverberated in his mouth; she turned relentless, kissing him back, touching her tongue to his, rolling over and around. Nipping her again, he loosened his hold on her ass, and she wriggled, her pussy teasing his dick.
Linc smacked her butt hard, but before he could grip her sweet cheeks again, she ground down on him. Her pussy fastened around his dick, the clenching and convulsing walls hotter than hell, creaming him; the hairs on his balls bristled and prickled.
“Come,” he growled the words into her mouth and snagged her bottom lip between his teeth.
Destiny fucking came.
Blizzard whiteness couldn't blind him more than the milking of her pussy.
Explosion after explosion racked shudders through her body and his. The aftershocks squeezed him into another spurt; he suckled her lips through it, teasing her with half kisses, withholding his tongue until she spasmed, again wringing more cum from his dick.
Iron discipline shattered, brain unable to function, Linc stroked her spine and pulled the sheets over her shoulders. She melted into him like a purring kitten, dozing and murmuring in her sleep, and he loved it—loved the way she responded to him, loved that she'd come on his command from day one.
Day one?
He was far gone. Technically they hadn't even entered day two.
Linc's stomach rumbled, and an image of bacon, hash browns, fried eggs, and toast had his mouth watering the way no gourmet spread ever had. Still half-hard, he withdrew, and a smile tugged at his lips when her vagina resisted his dick's departure.
He kissed her forehead and shifted her head onto the pillow. Her lids rose slowly, and she peered at him. “Mmm?”
“Stay put,” he whispered. “I'll be right back.”
“Mmm.” Her eyelids closed, and she turned on her side, both hands under her cheek, raven locks fanning the white linen.
She looked like a little princess, his princess.
He sent a thank-you to whoever'd decided to get a gas water heater for the cabin, strode into the bathroom, flushed the used condom, filled a bowl with warm water, collected hand and face towels, and ambled back to the bedroom. After setting the round pottery on the bedside table, he dampened the square material and wrung it dry, all the while studying his Destiny's relaxed, sated pose.
“Turn over, Destiny,” he commanded, one hand applying a slight pressure to her smooth shoulder.
“Mmm?” One eye opened in response to his order.
When he cupped the warm terry over her folds, her brows did a rocket climb. She rose onto her forearms, dark eyes widening as she stared at the towel. “What?”
Her thighs squeezed his hand, and Linc grinned and demanded, “Spread, Destiny. You need a wash.”
A blush a few shades lighter than a ruby rose
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