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her with such savage intensity that her orgasm multiplied. Her hips rocked against her hand, his cock rubbing against her knuckle as he pressed himself against her. Trace’s world and thoughts spun as he devoured her in a kiss she never wanted to end.
When she finally stopped convulsing, he broke away. Trace could only stare at him, tasting him on her tongue, her face burning from the scrape of his stubble, her fingers still lodged between her thighs.
He took her hand, slipping her fingers into her folds and then out, and brought it to his face. He breathed deep, and a pained expression crossed his rugged features. “I’ve got to sample you,” he said and then slid her fingers into his mouth, licking her juices from them with sensual swirls of his tongue.
Oh my God, was all Trace could think. Oh, my God.
Jess’s cock strained toward Trace, dying to get inside her slick heat. Her unique flavor only made him want her more, and he gritted his teeth to hold himself in check. He wanted to take her right out here in the hot tub and fuck her ‘til she couldn’t walk for a month of Sundays.
And the way she was looking at him, her jade eyes an even darker green, her skin flushed from her orgasm, and her body trembling with desire…he had no doubt she’d let him in.
If this was any woman but Trace MacLeod, he’d slide into her pussy and claim her now.
But Trace was different. He’d known it from the first time he’d seen her photo in the MacLeod living room. And when he’d met her, even when he hadn’t recognized her by her appearance, he’d known this was one special woman.
Jess had no doubt in his mind that he’d have her—he just had to make sure that she’d be ready, and there’d be not a single regret when he made her his.
And only his.
But for now, he had to taste her—thoroughly.
Kneeling on the hot tub’s underwater bench, he placed his palms on the inside of her pale thighs and pressed.
“Jess.” His name was a gasp on her lips as she slid her hands into his hair.
He breathed deep of her scent as he nuzzled the soft curls of her mound. “Damn you smell good,” he said, then trailed his tongue down her slit, over the fine hair to the sensitive skin between her pussy and her ass.
She clung to him as he held her thighs tight in his hands and licked the bottom of each of her ass cheeks then gave the soft flesh gentle bites.
He was feeling anything but gentle. It was all he could do to continue his slow seduction. A sexy woman like Trace would enjoy some hard and fast sex, but Jess wanted to give her more than that—and take more, too. In fact, he wanted her heart, because he aimed to keep her.
The thought surprised him, yet at the same time he didn’t question it.
Trace’s soft moans became louder and more urgent as Jess worked his way back to her drenched folds. Her fingers clenched tighter in his hair as he dipped his tongue into her slit, tasting her full potency.
Her thighs trembled as he flicked his tongue over her clit, and he pulled away. “Not yet,” he said against her flesh, and then thrust his tongue into her hot core.
That purring sound rose up from Trace as he licked and sucked at her pussy. Her taste and smell, the feel of her body beneath his hands, all made his cock so hard he could probably bench-press with it. All he’d have to do was rise up and plunge into her heat and fuck her. He could almost imagine how his balls would slap against her ass and how it would feel to be buried inside her.
His rampant thoughts added fuel to the intensity of his desire for Trace. He plunged two fingers inside her, and as she cried out he nipped at her clit.
She screamed. Her body rocked against his mouth, and she gripped his hair like she was busting a bronc. He pressed his face even harder against her pussy, licking and sucking her as she bucked, coming again and yet again.
“I want you to stand with your back to me now,” Jess said while she was still trembling with her
When she finally stopped convulsing, he broke away. Trace could only stare at him, tasting him on her tongue, her face burning from the scrape of his stubble, her fingers still lodged between her thighs.
He took her hand, slipping her fingers into her folds and then out, and brought it to his face. He breathed deep, and a pained expression crossed his rugged features. “I’ve got to sample you,” he said and then slid her fingers into his mouth, licking her juices from them with sensual swirls of his tongue.
Oh my God, was all Trace could think. Oh, my God.
Jess’s cock strained toward Trace, dying to get inside her slick heat. Her unique flavor only made him want her more, and he gritted his teeth to hold himself in check. He wanted to take her right out here in the hot tub and fuck her ‘til she couldn’t walk for a month of Sundays.
And the way she was looking at him, her jade eyes an even darker green, her skin flushed from her orgasm, and her body trembling with desire…he had no doubt she’d let him in.
If this was any woman but Trace MacLeod, he’d slide into her pussy and claim her now.
But Trace was different. He’d known it from the first time he’d seen her photo in the MacLeod living room. And when he’d met her, even when he hadn’t recognized her by her appearance, he’d known this was one special woman.
Jess had no doubt in his mind that he’d have her—he just had to make sure that she’d be ready, and there’d be not a single regret when he made her his.
And only his.
But for now, he had to taste her—thoroughly.
Kneeling on the hot tub’s underwater bench, he placed his palms on the inside of her pale thighs and pressed.
“Jess.” His name was a gasp on her lips as she slid her hands into his hair.
He breathed deep of her scent as he nuzzled the soft curls of her mound. “Damn you smell good,” he said, then trailed his tongue down her slit, over the fine hair to the sensitive skin between her pussy and her ass.
She clung to him as he held her thighs tight in his hands and licked the bottom of each of her ass cheeks then gave the soft flesh gentle bites.
He was feeling anything but gentle. It was all he could do to continue his slow seduction. A sexy woman like Trace would enjoy some hard and fast sex, but Jess wanted to give her more than that—and take more, too. In fact, he wanted her heart, because he aimed to keep her.
The thought surprised him, yet at the same time he didn’t question it.
Trace’s soft moans became louder and more urgent as Jess worked his way back to her drenched folds. Her fingers clenched tighter in his hair as he dipped his tongue into her slit, tasting her full potency.
Her thighs trembled as he flicked his tongue over her clit, and he pulled away. “Not yet,” he said against her flesh, and then thrust his tongue into her hot core.
That purring sound rose up from Trace as he licked and sucked at her pussy. Her taste and smell, the feel of her body beneath his hands, all made his cock so hard he could probably bench-press with it. All he’d have to do was rise up and plunge into her heat and fuck her. He could almost imagine how his balls would slap against her ass and how it would feel to be buried inside her.
His rampant thoughts added fuel to the intensity of his desire for Trace. He plunged two fingers inside her, and as she cried out he nipped at her clit.
She screamed. Her body rocked against his mouth, and she gripped his hair like she was busting a bronc. He pressed his face even harder against her pussy, licking and sucking her as she bucked, coming again and yet again.
“I want you to stand with your back to me now,” Jess said while she was still trembling with her
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