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Authors: Rachel Billings
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satisfaction—they’d have heard it over in the clubhouse.
He took his mouth and hands off her, needing to pause a minute to steady her on her feet. He helped the dress fall the rest of the way off and used a minute to hang it in the closet. The damn thing deserved some respect.
When he walked back to her, she was facing the bed, and he got a sweet view of her ass with the line of her thong running right up it in that ridiculous, totally hot way. He stood behind her, not touching her except to nuzzle into her hair a little and hook his thumbs into the side elastic of her panties.
One of those things—probably the latter—agitated her a little. He pressed his luck and slowly slid his thumbs down, taking the thong with him. She moaned—bingo—as he drew them down. He let them fall to the floor and then circled her with his arms. He pulled her close against him, nestling his cock into that sweet ass. He had a breast in one hand and covered her pussy with the other, his middle finger making itself known.
He bent his head and nipped her shoulder. “That was just an appetizer, baby. Climb up on the bed.”
He nudged her with a little pat on the ass and watched in satisfaction as she complied. It was a big bed, but she didn’t go far, didn’t cower on the far side. She took the middle, on her back but turned a little toward him, waiting for him, God bless her hot little soul.
She was watching as he moved his hands to his belt.
* * * *
Evangeline had felt the size of him when he’d first pressed his hard cock into her belly. But she wasn’t afraid. He’d been remarkably sweet, kissing her as though he had all night for it, and then touching her in that way that was entirely to please her.
Still, she watched avidly as he opened his belt. She loved his body—that brawny chest with its central patch of soft dark hair, his ripped abs. She wanted to see the rest of it.
He’d given her that sweet little strip tease before, and he didn’t hold back now. When he shucked his pants, he stood there, letting her look her fill.
His hips were narrow, lean, transitioning smoothly to his muscled thighs. That patch of chest hair slimmed to a fine line at his navel, then flared again to form a triangle at his genitals. His cock, hard and huge, thrust out from there, proudly seeking—well, her.
While she looked at him, he was looking back, his focus centered just where her thighs met. For a moment he met her gaze, and while he did, he stroked his cock, letting her know what was coming.
It was nothing she didn’t want, didn’t crave. She lifted an arm, reaching for him. The brown of his eyes burned hot in response. He came onto the bed, right between her legs. He leaned down over her, nuzzling the skin over her clavicle.
He’d done that before. He was a physical man, using all of his senses to both arouse and take her in. It was a lovely, loving sensation, the way he seemed to absorb her into himself.
It was incredibly erotic, binding.
He still held his cock in his hand, and he rubbed it over her.
“I should get a condom,” he said, teasing at her opening.
“No,” she said. “Don’t.” She wanted him— him , his skin, his essence—inside her.
He didn’t stop rubbing, but he looked up at her. “I know I won’t hurt you, won’t give you any diseases, but—”
What else he could give her, she wouldn’t object to in the least. “We’re good.”
“Yeah?” He was still asking, but he was inside her now, just pressing in, stretching her.
“Yes,” she assured. “Yes.”
Her breath caught then, as he took her. With a groan he slid in, slow but determined as he breached her, making her feel every inch of length and breadth.
He stopped then, when she was impossibly stretched, entirely filled with him.
“Oh, God, Evvie.” He dug in, his face burrowed into her neck, one arm wrapping around her hips. He held her, making her his, securing her for what was to come.
He might have tried to hold
He took his mouth and hands off her, needing to pause a minute to steady her on her feet. He helped the dress fall the rest of the way off and used a minute to hang it in the closet. The damn thing deserved some respect.
When he walked back to her, she was facing the bed, and he got a sweet view of her ass with the line of her thong running right up it in that ridiculous, totally hot way. He stood behind her, not touching her except to nuzzle into her hair a little and hook his thumbs into the side elastic of her panties.
One of those things—probably the latter—agitated her a little. He pressed his luck and slowly slid his thumbs down, taking the thong with him. She moaned—bingo—as he drew them down. He let them fall to the floor and then circled her with his arms. He pulled her close against him, nestling his cock into that sweet ass. He had a breast in one hand and covered her pussy with the other, his middle finger making itself known.
He bent his head and nipped her shoulder. “That was just an appetizer, baby. Climb up on the bed.”
He nudged her with a little pat on the ass and watched in satisfaction as she complied. It was a big bed, but she didn’t go far, didn’t cower on the far side. She took the middle, on her back but turned a little toward him, waiting for him, God bless her hot little soul.
She was watching as he moved his hands to his belt.
* * * *
Evangeline had felt the size of him when he’d first pressed his hard cock into her belly. But she wasn’t afraid. He’d been remarkably sweet, kissing her as though he had all night for it, and then touching her in that way that was entirely to please her.
Still, she watched avidly as he opened his belt. She loved his body—that brawny chest with its central patch of soft dark hair, his ripped abs. She wanted to see the rest of it.
He’d given her that sweet little strip tease before, and he didn’t hold back now. When he shucked his pants, he stood there, letting her look her fill.
His hips were narrow, lean, transitioning smoothly to his muscled thighs. That patch of chest hair slimmed to a fine line at his navel, then flared again to form a triangle at his genitals. His cock, hard and huge, thrust out from there, proudly seeking—well, her.
While she looked at him, he was looking back, his focus centered just where her thighs met. For a moment he met her gaze, and while he did, he stroked his cock, letting her know what was coming.
It was nothing she didn’t want, didn’t crave. She lifted an arm, reaching for him. The brown of his eyes burned hot in response. He came onto the bed, right between her legs. He leaned down over her, nuzzling the skin over her clavicle.
He’d done that before. He was a physical man, using all of his senses to both arouse and take her in. It was a lovely, loving sensation, the way he seemed to absorb her into himself.
It was incredibly erotic, binding.
He still held his cock in his hand, and he rubbed it over her.
“I should get a condom,” he said, teasing at her opening.
“No,” she said. “Don’t.” She wanted him— him , his skin, his essence—inside her.
He didn’t stop rubbing, but he looked up at her. “I know I won’t hurt you, won’t give you any diseases, but—”
What else he could give her, she wouldn’t object to in the least. “We’re good.”
“Yeah?” He was still asking, but he was inside her now, just pressing in, stretching her.
“Yes,” she assured. “Yes.”
Her breath caught then, as he took her. With a groan he slid in, slow but determined as he breached her, making her feel every inch of length and breadth.
He stopped then, when she was impossibly stretched, entirely filled with him.
“Oh, God, Evvie.” He dug in, his face burrowed into her neck, one arm wrapping around her hips. He held her, making her his, securing her for what was to come.
He might have tried to hold
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