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his fingers as he rocked against her pussy once more, the head of his cock sliding between the slick folds and then rubbing up against the piercing he’d almost forgotten about, which left both of them gasping.
“Condoms?” she asked, her hips raising again.
“Condoms,” he agreed, and moved to the edge of the bed to grab one, ripping it off the strip and tearing open the packaging. He fumbled with it for a moment, and then he was rolling it down his engorged cock, as thick and throbbing with need as he had been before.
He turned back to look at her and she raised her arms, her eyes glazed and wild with passion.
She was beautiful.
Grant moved over her, kissing her with languid expertise, savoring the feel of his tongue thrusting slowly into her mouth, mimicking the stroke of his cock. He slid a hand between them, deliberately skimming it down her pussy before taking his cock in hand and guiding it to her opening. She was scorching hot, wet with need, and her fingers were digging into his shoulders in encouragement.
He sank into her, one hand clenched against her shoulder, pinning Brenna against him. She was tight around him, the walls of her pussy sucking him deep, holding him within her.
Brenna made a little whimper in her throat, biting her lip. Her fingernails dug into his back again, and when he didn’t immediately move, she smacked his shoulder blade. “Go, go.”
He’d stopped because he was savoring the feeling of being buried deep inside her far too much. His entire body ached and throbbed with pleasure, and she was clenched around him, the sensation exquisite. Five years had been too long . . . and somehow not long enough.
A mental image of Heather flashed in his mind and guilt suddenly flooded him.
Brenna wrapped her legs tight around his waist, squeezing with her knees. “This is the part where you’re supposed to move inside me, Grant.”
He leaned in and kissed her again, and she responded with a sexy, needy flick of her tongue. She arched her chest, letting her nipples skim against his chest. Any thoughts of Heather vanished and he was lost in Brenna again. She was so abandoned. He’d never met anyone like her.
Grant thrust, hard. She gave a triumphant shriek in return and rocked her hips, egging him on. He thrust again, the motion hard and rough, their bodies sawing forward with the force of their movement. Her groan of response was thrilled, and he continued to thrust into her—not quick or steady, but hard and brutal and lacking rhythm. Primal. Wild.
Fierce.
“Oh God, yes,” she breathed in his ear, and he felt her pussy clench around him, rippling around his cock. “Fuck me like that.”
A dirty talker?
That was sexy as hell. He thrust even harder, not noticing when the pillows went flying to the side. Her pussy clenched around him again, and she gave a little gasp, as if surprised. He pounded into her, his entire body shoving forward with the motion, and she clung to him desperately.
“Yes! Yes! Fuck me just like that. I’m so close.” Her voice broke in a tiny sob. “Keep . . . please . . . keep going.”
With a primal roar he didn’t know he had in him, he hammered into her, his thrusts suddenly as quick and frantic as they were wild. She screamed his name in his ear, and he felt her entire body clench, her pussy tight around his cock with the force of her orgasm. Grant roared his own release, coming so hard that he nearly saw stars, slamming his body into her own and feeling her shuddering underneath him. When he’d finished coming, he fell on top of her, panting and wet with sweat.
She gave a long, breathless sigh of sated pleasure, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Mercy,” she breathed. “You win the game.”
Through the haze of exhaustion, he chuckled. “Are you conceding defeat?”
“For now,” she said thoughtfully. “You may have won the battle, but you did not win the war, sir.”
And then she yawned.
He yawned, too, feeling tired for
“Condoms?” she asked, her hips raising again.
“Condoms,” he agreed, and moved to the edge of the bed to grab one, ripping it off the strip and tearing open the packaging. He fumbled with it for a moment, and then he was rolling it down his engorged cock, as thick and throbbing with need as he had been before.
He turned back to look at her and she raised her arms, her eyes glazed and wild with passion.
She was beautiful.
Grant moved over her, kissing her with languid expertise, savoring the feel of his tongue thrusting slowly into her mouth, mimicking the stroke of his cock. He slid a hand between them, deliberately skimming it down her pussy before taking his cock in hand and guiding it to her opening. She was scorching hot, wet with need, and her fingers were digging into his shoulders in encouragement.
He sank into her, one hand clenched against her shoulder, pinning Brenna against him. She was tight around him, the walls of her pussy sucking him deep, holding him within her.
Brenna made a little whimper in her throat, biting her lip. Her fingernails dug into his back again, and when he didn’t immediately move, she smacked his shoulder blade. “Go, go.”
He’d stopped because he was savoring the feeling of being buried deep inside her far too much. His entire body ached and throbbed with pleasure, and she was clenched around him, the sensation exquisite. Five years had been too long . . . and somehow not long enough.
A mental image of Heather flashed in his mind and guilt suddenly flooded him.
Brenna wrapped her legs tight around his waist, squeezing with her knees. “This is the part where you’re supposed to move inside me, Grant.”
He leaned in and kissed her again, and she responded with a sexy, needy flick of her tongue. She arched her chest, letting her nipples skim against his chest. Any thoughts of Heather vanished and he was lost in Brenna again. She was so abandoned. He’d never met anyone like her.
Grant thrust, hard. She gave a triumphant shriek in return and rocked her hips, egging him on. He thrust again, the motion hard and rough, their bodies sawing forward with the force of their movement. Her groan of response was thrilled, and he continued to thrust into her—not quick or steady, but hard and brutal and lacking rhythm. Primal. Wild.
Fierce.
“Oh God, yes,” she breathed in his ear, and he felt her pussy clench around him, rippling around his cock. “Fuck me like that.”
A dirty talker?
That was sexy as hell. He thrust even harder, not noticing when the pillows went flying to the side. Her pussy clenched around him again, and she gave a little gasp, as if surprised. He pounded into her, his entire body shoving forward with the motion, and she clung to him desperately.
“Yes! Yes! Fuck me just like that. I’m so close.” Her voice broke in a tiny sob. “Keep . . . please . . . keep going.”
With a primal roar he didn’t know he had in him, he hammered into her, his thrusts suddenly as quick and frantic as they were wild. She screamed his name in his ear, and he felt her entire body clench, her pussy tight around his cock with the force of her orgasm. Grant roared his own release, coming so hard that he nearly saw stars, slamming his body into her own and feeling her shuddering underneath him. When he’d finished coming, he fell on top of her, panting and wet with sweat.
She gave a long, breathless sigh of sated pleasure, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Mercy,” she breathed. “You win the game.”
Through the haze of exhaustion, he chuckled. “Are you conceding defeat?”
“For now,” she said thoughtfully. “You may have won the battle, but you did not win the war, sir.”
And then she yawned.
He yawned, too, feeling tired for
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