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want."
His gaze was unwavering as she battled inside herself whether she would surrender to the thrilling passion sparking between them or walk away. She was fascinating, so carnal, so damn sexy it made him want to beg, and yet she tried to control her needs, to hide them away. He wouldn't permit that, pushing her boundaries and making her accept her own urges. There was a freedom in owning up to what got your rocks off. There would be no secrets between them, he wouldn't allow it. She was his, whether she knew it yet or not. Desire and need won, he felt the moment her body unclenched.
"I want to come. I want you to make me come." She whimpered her admission.
He rewarded her capitulation—taking her clit between his teeth, he bit down on the swollen bud, fucking her forcefully with his fingers. The walls of her pussy clenched as her orgasm hit her system. She was gorgeous as she came. Her eyes fluttered shut and she cried out her release, the plunging of his fingers never stopping until he felt her body relax.
They weren't done yet, not by any means. He withdrew his fingers, licking them clean, and stood. He positioned her arms around his neck.
"Hold onto me, sweetness," he commanded, lifting her up. He wrapped her legs around his waist and undid his pajamas, freeing his swollen erection. Positioning his thick cock at her drenched entrance, he rubbed the head back and forth. Then he pushed his member inside her warm heat like a battering ram breaching an enemy's gate. The walls of her pussy tightened, drawing him deeper, and he groaned. Feeling the tight fisted glove of her channel suctioning him deeper, the control that he normally held in check, snapped.
His fantasies were going to have to wait. She felt too good. He had dreamt of being inside her again for too damn long. With a groan, he stumbled over to the nearest wall, still seated to the hilt inside her. Using the wall for support, his fingers dug into her hips as he thrust his pelvis, pounding his length inside her greedy, welcoming flesh.
Claiming her lips, he shifted the angle, bringing one of her legs up so that he was stroking deeper. He grunted, shuttling his length in brutal, hammering strokes. Her cries drove him higher, he felt his balls tighten, his dick swelling. One hand snaked between them; he pinched her clitoris between his thumb and forefinger, sending her over the edge.
His entire system jerked as his orgasm hit and his seed shot from his cock into her clasping pussy.
He used the wall for support as Lia lay limply around him; her head nestled in the crook of his shoulder.
"Next round I'm going to restrain you, sweetness," he warned her, his breathing still shallow.
At his words, her body stiffened and she shoved at his chest. When he didn't oblige her any freedom of movement, she bucked against him. "Let me down."
"No." He gripped her chin, forcing her gaze to meet his stare. He wouldn't let her back away from him. The bond, the fire between them was too potent to be denied. She made him lose control until all he could think of was sinking into her slick warmth.
"It was fun, but it's over. Put me down and then, if you don't mind, please leave." She dismissed him like a queen ordering her servant.
"Is that so? So you got your rocks off and think that's all this was?" Like hell, and she knew it. She'd have to dynamite him out of her room at this point.
"Isn't it? I don't know you, you don't know me. Now, if you don't mind…" She pushed at his chest for emphasis. Her protestations were like a butterfly trying to move an elephant.
"I will, on one condition: you convince me you don't want me," he commanded. Two could play whatever the hell game she was playing.
She didn't bat an eyelid. "I don't want you."
Her nipples were pointed tips against his chest, her pussy rippling around his semi-hard shaft still buried deep inside her, betraying her sharp words. He didn't know why she was denying the heat between them, why she wanted to shut him
His gaze was unwavering as she battled inside herself whether she would surrender to the thrilling passion sparking between them or walk away. She was fascinating, so carnal, so damn sexy it made him want to beg, and yet she tried to control her needs, to hide them away. He wouldn't permit that, pushing her boundaries and making her accept her own urges. There was a freedom in owning up to what got your rocks off. There would be no secrets between them, he wouldn't allow it. She was his, whether she knew it yet or not. Desire and need won, he felt the moment her body unclenched.
"I want to come. I want you to make me come." She whimpered her admission.
He rewarded her capitulation—taking her clit between his teeth, he bit down on the swollen bud, fucking her forcefully with his fingers. The walls of her pussy clenched as her orgasm hit her system. She was gorgeous as she came. Her eyes fluttered shut and she cried out her release, the plunging of his fingers never stopping until he felt her body relax.
They weren't done yet, not by any means. He withdrew his fingers, licking them clean, and stood. He positioned her arms around his neck.
"Hold onto me, sweetness," he commanded, lifting her up. He wrapped her legs around his waist and undid his pajamas, freeing his swollen erection. Positioning his thick cock at her drenched entrance, he rubbed the head back and forth. Then he pushed his member inside her warm heat like a battering ram breaching an enemy's gate. The walls of her pussy tightened, drawing him deeper, and he groaned. Feeling the tight fisted glove of her channel suctioning him deeper, the control that he normally held in check, snapped.
His fantasies were going to have to wait. She felt too good. He had dreamt of being inside her again for too damn long. With a groan, he stumbled over to the nearest wall, still seated to the hilt inside her. Using the wall for support, his fingers dug into her hips as he thrust his pelvis, pounding his length inside her greedy, welcoming flesh.
Claiming her lips, he shifted the angle, bringing one of her legs up so that he was stroking deeper. He grunted, shuttling his length in brutal, hammering strokes. Her cries drove him higher, he felt his balls tighten, his dick swelling. One hand snaked between them; he pinched her clitoris between his thumb and forefinger, sending her over the edge.
His entire system jerked as his orgasm hit and his seed shot from his cock into her clasping pussy.
He used the wall for support as Lia lay limply around him; her head nestled in the crook of his shoulder.
"Next round I'm going to restrain you, sweetness," he warned her, his breathing still shallow.
At his words, her body stiffened and she shoved at his chest. When he didn't oblige her any freedom of movement, she bucked against him. "Let me down."
"No." He gripped her chin, forcing her gaze to meet his stare. He wouldn't let her back away from him. The bond, the fire between them was too potent to be denied. She made him lose control until all he could think of was sinking into her slick warmth.
"It was fun, but it's over. Put me down and then, if you don't mind, please leave." She dismissed him like a queen ordering her servant.
"Is that so? So you got your rocks off and think that's all this was?" Like hell, and she knew it. She'd have to dynamite him out of her room at this point.
"Isn't it? I don't know you, you don't know me. Now, if you don't mind…" She pushed at his chest for emphasis. Her protestations were like a butterfly trying to move an elephant.
"I will, on one condition: you convince me you don't want me," he commanded. Two could play whatever the hell game she was playing.
She didn't bat an eyelid. "I don't want you."
Her nipples were pointed tips against his chest, her pussy rippling around his semi-hard shaft still buried deep inside her, betraying her sharp words. He didn't know why she was denying the heat between them, why she wanted to shut him
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