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He loved her sh She rose froer in the waist of his jeans, and pulled him close Her voice lowered to a witchy whisper "Definitely But it is my turn, and I want to play Keep your hands to yourself" She nipped at his bottoritted his teeth at the feel of her hands coasting over his skin She stroked every inch of his chest, raked her nails down his are, keeping his hands fisted because if he touched her just once, he’d bury his he dreamed about suddenly wrapped around his hips He jerked forward, and then she plunged her hand down the front of his jeans, found his dick, and squeezed tight

Ah, shit It was too good It was too h only stoked the fire "I love a man who doesn’t wear underwear," she murmured "And I love the way you feel--hot and silky and so da"

Sweat broke out on his forehead He was known for his staiving a wo it as much for himself For him, sex was a journey, not the culht now, he was about to explode, and she’d only given hirated out her nae back up his shaft "You feel too good Can I move my hands now?"

"No"

The zipper rasped in the air, and she pulled down his pants Those fir hi that would tip hie Without the constraints of his jeans, he jerked freely in her hands, eyes half-shut, filthy curses dropping frorabbed her hands, pushed her back on the bar, and lowered his head

Fuck this

Her panties ripped with one good pull She squeaked and tried to fight hied to keep her firmly in place as he took his first delicious taste of her

She cried out his na her whiue Drunk on theher swell and tighten, nibbling on her clit, her sging, ready, and he sucked hard, flicking her with the tip of his tongue with the perfect pressure

She fell apart

Fu for the condoed her body to the edge of the bar Dazed, pupils dilated, she tried to reach up for hi her feet over his shoulders, he reared up and speared her with his gaze

He waited a second Two The acknowledg by the parting of her lips, the loss of her breath, the need in her eyes

He drove into her with one thrust

Soh him A swirl of emotions washed into his head, and voices see distance away What the hell was happening? He fought for control, but it was already gone, given to this woed at his gut and he tried to pull back, but it was too late

She squeezed hi her hips, hehim like an old lover he’d returned to He drank in the beautiful lines of her face, caught up in her drive for orgas inky hair But ht as her body, wrapped around hiaze, her voice She chanted his name, arched up for more, and his hand slipped between their bodies to rub her slow and easy, building her back up, staggered by the battering of sensations wracking hiht with hias He jerked, e behind his eyelids, al on?

Her body shook underneath hiht eainst his chest, and they rery? Declare it a mistake?

The questions rushed in his head, but he swore he wouldn’t let her walk away fro had happened between theure it out