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fingers sent lightning bolts of sensation through her. “Jess, I can’t take anymore.”
“We’ve just gotten started.” His hand moved away from her breasts and he stood in a quick, fluid movement. She lifted her chin to watch him as he jerked his t-shirt over his head and tossed it onto the deck chair beside his hat.
Dang, but that man had a fine chest. Chiseled muscles that made her want to run her fingers over every sculpted contour down to his flat hard six-pack abs. Thick veins ran along his bulging biceps to his large hands, hands that she wanted all over her. She’d never seen a man so up close and personal with such a fine body.
His hands moved to his western buckle, and in no time he’d unfastened it and set the belt aside, then toed off his boots and peeled off his socks.
Oh jeez. Oh cripes. He was going to get completely naked.
Hurry, darn it.
As if he’d heard her thoughts, Jess smiled and unfastened his jeans and slid them down over his hips. His thick, luscious cock sprang out at full attention as he pushed his jeans past his heavily muscled thighs.
Wow, wow, wow. His cock was even bigger than she’d thought when she’d felt it pressed against her at the Christmas party. It curved up a bit, rather than just being straight. Dang but that would feel good…
A sense of lightheadedness swept over Trace and she realized she was holding her breath. She gulped in the fresh evening air, her heart beating faster and faster as Jess slid out of his jeans and briefs. She watched the ripple and play of his muscles while he strode toward her and stepped into the hot tub.
When he was waist-deep in the water, he moved between her thighs, pressing her knees apart, and braced his hands on the decking at either side of her hips. He pushed his cock against her hand, forcing her own fingers deeper into her pussy.
Oh, God. She couldn’t. She could. She wanted. She shouldn’t…
“We don’t have protection,” she finally whispered.
“I can satisfy you in more ways than you can imagine.” He leaned forward and nuzzled her ear, and then ran his hot tongue along the row of earrings. “Now…,” he murmured, “back to where we left off.”
That’s all the man had to do—talk in that deep, sensual drawl, and she’d do just about anything for him.
Anything at all.
“Stroke your clit.” He lowered his head and nuzzled her breast, his warm breath fanning across her nipple as he spoke. “Nice ‘n slow.”
She slid her fingers out of her core, slick with her juices, and stroked her tight nub. Jess flicked his tongue over her nipple and Trace arched her back toward him, needing him to take her deeper into his mouth.
But he moved to her other nipple and scraped his stubble over the sensitive flesh. “While you’re fingering yourself,” he murmured, “imagine that I’m sliding my cock into your pussy.”
Trace’s breathing came quick and uneven. As her finger rubbed faster at her clit, her eyelids drifted shut. God . She was a trigger away from climaxing.
“Look at me,” he demanded and her eyes popped open. He smiled, and with one hand he caught the back of her head and brought her toward him. With a flick of his wrist, he pulled out her hair clip, allowing her hair to tumble down around her shoulders and to slide below her shoulder blades like a sensual caress.
The clip clattered on the decking as Jess cupped the back of her head. Her fingers continued to stroke her clit as he brought his mouth above hers. She tasted his warm breath upon her lips, bringing back a rush of memories of that incredible first kiss from last night.
“When I fuck you, sugar,” he said, his gaze locked with hers, “you’re gonna watch my cock slide into you. You’ll watch me possess you. I’ll fuck you so deep you’ll feel it in your throat.”
His words magnified Trace’s arousal. She gasped and started to cry out as her orgasm began to ripple through her. But Jess brought his mouth down hard and kissed
“We’ve just gotten started.” His hand moved away from her breasts and he stood in a quick, fluid movement. She lifted her chin to watch him as he jerked his t-shirt over his head and tossed it onto the deck chair beside his hat.
Dang, but that man had a fine chest. Chiseled muscles that made her want to run her fingers over every sculpted contour down to his flat hard six-pack abs. Thick veins ran along his bulging biceps to his large hands, hands that she wanted all over her. She’d never seen a man so up close and personal with such a fine body.
His hands moved to his western buckle, and in no time he’d unfastened it and set the belt aside, then toed off his boots and peeled off his socks.
Oh jeez. Oh cripes. He was going to get completely naked.
Hurry, darn it.
As if he’d heard her thoughts, Jess smiled and unfastened his jeans and slid them down over his hips. His thick, luscious cock sprang out at full attention as he pushed his jeans past his heavily muscled thighs.
Wow, wow, wow. His cock was even bigger than she’d thought when she’d felt it pressed against her at the Christmas party. It curved up a bit, rather than just being straight. Dang but that would feel good…
A sense of lightheadedness swept over Trace and she realized she was holding her breath. She gulped in the fresh evening air, her heart beating faster and faster as Jess slid out of his jeans and briefs. She watched the ripple and play of his muscles while he strode toward her and stepped into the hot tub.
When he was waist-deep in the water, he moved between her thighs, pressing her knees apart, and braced his hands on the decking at either side of her hips. He pushed his cock against her hand, forcing her own fingers deeper into her pussy.
Oh, God. She couldn’t. She could. She wanted. She shouldn’t…
“We don’t have protection,” she finally whispered.
“I can satisfy you in more ways than you can imagine.” He leaned forward and nuzzled her ear, and then ran his hot tongue along the row of earrings. “Now…,” he murmured, “back to where we left off.”
That’s all the man had to do—talk in that deep, sensual drawl, and she’d do just about anything for him.
Anything at all.
“Stroke your clit.” He lowered his head and nuzzled her breast, his warm breath fanning across her nipple as he spoke. “Nice ‘n slow.”
She slid her fingers out of her core, slick with her juices, and stroked her tight nub. Jess flicked his tongue over her nipple and Trace arched her back toward him, needing him to take her deeper into his mouth.
But he moved to her other nipple and scraped his stubble over the sensitive flesh. “While you’re fingering yourself,” he murmured, “imagine that I’m sliding my cock into your pussy.”
Trace’s breathing came quick and uneven. As her finger rubbed faster at her clit, her eyelids drifted shut. God . She was a trigger away from climaxing.
“Look at me,” he demanded and her eyes popped open. He smiled, and with one hand he caught the back of her head and brought her toward him. With a flick of his wrist, he pulled out her hair clip, allowing her hair to tumble down around her shoulders and to slide below her shoulder blades like a sensual caress.
The clip clattered on the decking as Jess cupped the back of her head. Her fingers continued to stroke her clit as he brought his mouth above hers. She tasted his warm breath upon her lips, bringing back a rush of memories of that incredible first kiss from last night.
“When I fuck you, sugar,” he said, his gaze locked with hers, “you’re gonna watch my cock slide into you. You’ll watch me possess you. I’ll fuck you so deep you’ll feel it in your throat.”
His words magnified Trace’s arousal. She gasped and started to cry out as her orgasm began to ripple through her. But Jess brought his mouth down hard and kissed
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