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close; I had to make that crystal clear immediately.
During my internal pep talk, I moved to stand before him. I looked up and stated in a firm voice, not betraying my inner thoughts, “We need to be clear here, Mace. I’m not looking for a Prince Charming to swoop me off my feet, and I don’t need anything more than a little fun.”
He smirked down at me with a cocky look crossing his face. “Right,” he replied, amusement evident in his voice. He grabbed my bag off the kitchen counter and started for the door.
“Wait! Rules. We need some rules,” I rushed out a little loudly.
Mace stopped dead and spun back to me one eyebrow raised. “Rules?”
“Yeah, you know, rules. What we can do, can’t do. Rules,” I explained. “No feelings, no drama, just naked fun, no more dates either. Oh, and I don’t share my toys.”
He crossed his massive arms over his chest. Smirking, he asked, “Toys?”
I was getting pretty mad at his one word comments. My inner snarky bitch decided to rear her ugly head. “Yes, Mace, TOYS!” My voice started getting louder. I wondered why the hell he kept smiling at me. “This is serious,” I snapped. “I need to know where you see this thing going, Mace.”
With that comment, he dropped my bag, took a large stride forward, grabbed me roughly and planted a hard, scorching kiss on me. Grabbing under my ass, making me automatically wrap my legs around his waist, I grinded against him. Sparks shot through me at his hard length pressed tight to my now hot, wet core.
He pushed me against the wall, pulled his head back slightly and all but growled against my lips, “Right now, babe, the only place this is going is as deep in your tight little pussy as I can get.” Accentuating his words with another hip grind made me whimper as his mouth crushed down on mine again. My body ignited; my movements became frantic.
I needed him, all of him.
I ripped open the Velcro of his shorts exposing the swollen tip of his raging hard-on. I pushed past his boxer briefs, and wrapped my hand tightly around his silky smooth length. He was so damn big it didn’t matter how many times I touched him, it still took me by surprise. I could barely wrap my hand around him. My thumb swept over the drops of pre-cum and our moans cut off as our mouths moved against each other. Knowing I could turn him on so much that he was heavily panting, urged me on. With a tortured groan, he pushed me harder against the wall, his hips pressed tight to mine and one hand braced beside my head. The other held a tight grip on my ass, I pumped him harder, up and down, up and down with a slight twist of my wrist. His legs were locked tight from a mixture of pleasure and the need to hold me where he had me.
He tugged my sundress up around my hips, and pulled my little string bikini bottoms over so he had access; his long fingers flicked over my clit ring a few times before he plunged two long, thick fingers deep into my heat causing me to moan low and deep from my fast moving chest. I watched his eyes become heavy with desire as he pumped his fingers faster. Holding on tight to one of his shoulders, my head thrown back against the wall, my hand continued to grasp and pump his angry looking cock.
“More,” I panted, “I need…Mace, I need more.”
He groaned as he pulled his fingers out, put them in his mouth and sucked. “You taste so fucking good, baby”
He reached behind him into his back pocket, producing a small foil packet which he ripped open with his teeth.
My lips parted in a groan, and I moved my hands pushing his shorts and boxer briefs down off his hips while he rolled the condom on. My head fell to his shoulder, only to shoot back up as he entered me swiftly, balls deep. “Mace, oh God!”
“So God damn tight and wet,” Mace ground out. “Fuck! This is gonna be quick, babe.”
He’d started pumping his hips hard, quickly finding a perfect rhythm. His pelvis ground against my clit every time he pushed
During my internal pep talk, I moved to stand before him. I looked up and stated in a firm voice, not betraying my inner thoughts, “We need to be clear here, Mace. I’m not looking for a Prince Charming to swoop me off my feet, and I don’t need anything more than a little fun.”
He smirked down at me with a cocky look crossing his face. “Right,” he replied, amusement evident in his voice. He grabbed my bag off the kitchen counter and started for the door.
“Wait! Rules. We need some rules,” I rushed out a little loudly.
Mace stopped dead and spun back to me one eyebrow raised. “Rules?”
“Yeah, you know, rules. What we can do, can’t do. Rules,” I explained. “No feelings, no drama, just naked fun, no more dates either. Oh, and I don’t share my toys.”
He crossed his massive arms over his chest. Smirking, he asked, “Toys?”
I was getting pretty mad at his one word comments. My inner snarky bitch decided to rear her ugly head. “Yes, Mace, TOYS!” My voice started getting louder. I wondered why the hell he kept smiling at me. “This is serious,” I snapped. “I need to know where you see this thing going, Mace.”
With that comment, he dropped my bag, took a large stride forward, grabbed me roughly and planted a hard, scorching kiss on me. Grabbing under my ass, making me automatically wrap my legs around his waist, I grinded against him. Sparks shot through me at his hard length pressed tight to my now hot, wet core.
He pushed me against the wall, pulled his head back slightly and all but growled against my lips, “Right now, babe, the only place this is going is as deep in your tight little pussy as I can get.” Accentuating his words with another hip grind made me whimper as his mouth crushed down on mine again. My body ignited; my movements became frantic.
I needed him, all of him.
I ripped open the Velcro of his shorts exposing the swollen tip of his raging hard-on. I pushed past his boxer briefs, and wrapped my hand tightly around his silky smooth length. He was so damn big it didn’t matter how many times I touched him, it still took me by surprise. I could barely wrap my hand around him. My thumb swept over the drops of pre-cum and our moans cut off as our mouths moved against each other. Knowing I could turn him on so much that he was heavily panting, urged me on. With a tortured groan, he pushed me harder against the wall, his hips pressed tight to mine and one hand braced beside my head. The other held a tight grip on my ass, I pumped him harder, up and down, up and down with a slight twist of my wrist. His legs were locked tight from a mixture of pleasure and the need to hold me where he had me.
He tugged my sundress up around my hips, and pulled my little string bikini bottoms over so he had access; his long fingers flicked over my clit ring a few times before he plunged two long, thick fingers deep into my heat causing me to moan low and deep from my fast moving chest. I watched his eyes become heavy with desire as he pumped his fingers faster. Holding on tight to one of his shoulders, my head thrown back against the wall, my hand continued to grasp and pump his angry looking cock.
“More,” I panted, “I need…Mace, I need more.”
He groaned as he pulled his fingers out, put them in his mouth and sucked. “You taste so fucking good, baby”
He reached behind him into his back pocket, producing a small foil packet which he ripped open with his teeth.
My lips parted in a groan, and I moved my hands pushing his shorts and boxer briefs down off his hips while he rolled the condom on. My head fell to his shoulder, only to shoot back up as he entered me swiftly, balls deep. “Mace, oh God!”
“So God damn tight and wet,” Mace ground out. “Fuck! This is gonna be quick, babe.”
He’d started pumping his hips hard, quickly finding a perfect rhythm. His pelvis ground against my clit every time he pushed
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