and sucked her release like it was the sweetest treat he’d ever received. “Hell, yeah. Want more of that, too.”
Tossing off the last sleeve, he maneuvered off the bed and unfastened his belt in quick, sharp movements. He shoved his pants past his hips and reached for the box on the nightstand.
Sweet mother of all that’s holy.
The crinkle of foil dimly registered, but Janie couldn’t tear her eyes off his cock. Thick, heavily veined, and jutting tall. Her knees widened of their own accord, breath huffing to match a marathoner’s.
“ Just like that.” Zade fisted his shaft and stroked. Once. Twice. “Fuck, that’s sexy as hell.” He rolled the condom into place and crawled between her thighs, gaze locked on her steady strokes. Sliding his hands beneath her hips, he lifted her up. “My turn.”
“ Yes!” She clutched the back of his head, hands fisted in his hair. “Zade.”
His growl vibrated against her flesh and his tongue lashed through her folds. Scorching. Branding her with his wicked mouth on her clit.
Another climax billowed up, slower than the first, but bigger. Powerful enough to leave her boneless. She tugged his hair, a tiny part of her embarrassed at the savage treatment, but the rest of her desperate to be filled. “Zade, now. Please.”
His head whipped up, lips shiny with her release. “Now what?” He crept up her body, his heavy shaft bobbing with each movement. “Tell me.”
To hell with reservations. With right and wrong. Age and worry. “Fuck me.” It rolled off her tongue, smooth and easy. Empowering and bold. “Fill me up and fuck me hard. Now.”
His feral smile stretched ear to ear. “Wild.” He worked the flared crown through her folds and lined himself up. “Knew you would be.”
He surged forward, filling and stretching her in one thrust. So full. Tight. Perfect.
She wrapped her legs around his hips and dug her heels into his flanks. Beneath her palms, his biceps and shoulders contracted and released, bunched bands of steel with barely leashed power.
Movement flashed in her periphery. The dresser mirror, Zade pistoning into her willing flesh. The muscles in his ass flexed with each surge, the sight pushing her to the top of her release.
“ Look at me.” Zade laced his fingers with hers and pinned them on either side of her head. His voice was thick and grated, his breath as heavy and heated as hers. “Like you watching me take you, but this time I want your eyes. Want you to come knowing who’s inside you. Who’s taking you there.”
He shifted his hips and drilled deep, rasping her clit with each thrust. “Come on, Janie. Let go. Come for me and take me with you.”
His eyes. So intense and locked on her.
“ Zade.” Her pussy clenched, release seizing her thoughts and senses in its merciless grip.
He growled above her, hips hammering against her flesh, and head thrown back, revealing corded muscles and strained veins.
She shook, clutching him for dear life as she rode the sensations. Her wild pulse, each contraction of her core, each flex of his cock. Bliss. Primitive, incredible bliss. Carnal and yet so perfect, it rattled an untouched part of her. A sleeping side of herself she hadn’t even known existed.
Slowly, he gave her his weight. Their skin was slick with sweat. He explored the curve of her shoulder with leisurely, soft kisses and rocked his hips against her in easy strokes.
She trailed her fingertips up and down his spine, her mind languid and peaceful in a way she hadn’t felt in years, if ever. A shiver wriggled through her and a hairline crack zigzagged through her defenses. He’d been right. This was special. Maybe not meant for more than their time together, or even one night. But it was a connection. And it was profound.
Snuggling into the crisp cool sheets, Janie rolled to her side and hugged her pillow. The scent of citrus and wood surrounded her. And man. Lots and lots of sinful man.
Wait a minute.
She clenched the sheet
Tossing off the last sleeve, he maneuvered off the bed and unfastened his belt in quick, sharp movements. He shoved his pants past his hips and reached for the box on the nightstand.
Sweet mother of all that’s holy.
The crinkle of foil dimly registered, but Janie couldn’t tear her eyes off his cock. Thick, heavily veined, and jutting tall. Her knees widened of their own accord, breath huffing to match a marathoner’s.
“ Just like that.” Zade fisted his shaft and stroked. Once. Twice. “Fuck, that’s sexy as hell.” He rolled the condom into place and crawled between her thighs, gaze locked on her steady strokes. Sliding his hands beneath her hips, he lifted her up. “My turn.”
“ Yes!” She clutched the back of his head, hands fisted in his hair. “Zade.”
His growl vibrated against her flesh and his tongue lashed through her folds. Scorching. Branding her with his wicked mouth on her clit.
Another climax billowed up, slower than the first, but bigger. Powerful enough to leave her boneless. She tugged his hair, a tiny part of her embarrassed at the savage treatment, but the rest of her desperate to be filled. “Zade, now. Please.”
His head whipped up, lips shiny with her release. “Now what?” He crept up her body, his heavy shaft bobbing with each movement. “Tell me.”
To hell with reservations. With right and wrong. Age and worry. “Fuck me.” It rolled off her tongue, smooth and easy. Empowering and bold. “Fill me up and fuck me hard. Now.”
His feral smile stretched ear to ear. “Wild.” He worked the flared crown through her folds and lined himself up. “Knew you would be.”
He surged forward, filling and stretching her in one thrust. So full. Tight. Perfect.
She wrapped her legs around his hips and dug her heels into his flanks. Beneath her palms, his biceps and shoulders contracted and released, bunched bands of steel with barely leashed power.
Movement flashed in her periphery. The dresser mirror, Zade pistoning into her willing flesh. The muscles in his ass flexed with each surge, the sight pushing her to the top of her release.
“ Look at me.” Zade laced his fingers with hers and pinned them on either side of her head. His voice was thick and grated, his breath as heavy and heated as hers. “Like you watching me take you, but this time I want your eyes. Want you to come knowing who’s inside you. Who’s taking you there.”
He shifted his hips and drilled deep, rasping her clit with each thrust. “Come on, Janie. Let go. Come for me and take me with you.”
His eyes. So intense and locked on her.
“ Zade.” Her pussy clenched, release seizing her thoughts and senses in its merciless grip.
He growled above her, hips hammering against her flesh, and head thrown back, revealing corded muscles and strained veins.
She shook, clutching him for dear life as she rode the sensations. Her wild pulse, each contraction of her core, each flex of his cock. Bliss. Primitive, incredible bliss. Carnal and yet so perfect, it rattled an untouched part of her. A sleeping side of herself she hadn’t even known existed.
Slowly, he gave her his weight. Their skin was slick with sweat. He explored the curve of her shoulder with leisurely, soft kisses and rocked his hips against her in easy strokes.
She trailed her fingertips up and down his spine, her mind languid and peaceful in a way she hadn’t felt in years, if ever. A shiver wriggled through her and a hairline crack zigzagged through her defenses. He’d been right. This was special. Maybe not meant for more than their time together, or even one night. But it was a connection. And it was profound.
Snuggling into the crisp cool sheets, Janie rolled to her side and hugged her pillow. The scent of citrus and wood surrounded her. And man. Lots and lots of sinful man.
Wait a minute.
She clenched the sheet
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