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I moved from the side of his chest to his breastbone and kissed him there The firm skin arm and resilient under entle caress His fingers threaded through ue over the disk of his nipple His heart kicked in response

I ran my hands over his ribs and rested the low and provocatively Race was lean, carved out of hard lines and sharp planes He had a hard,and supple flesh I wanted to lick it, to trace every line and curve of his body with the tip of ot rinned where I was kissing hiainst the back of ers I loved that even in a sour mood he was still so quick to respond to my touch It made all of this wildness he inspired inside me feel less one-sided

“My turn to take care of you,” I whispered just as I kissed hi back so I could wrestle with his belt buckle

“Brysen” His voice was husky and rough “I don’t kno ht”

Good I would take hi better with a soothing touch and all-consuh and he was so hard that the fabric of his jeans was practically pushed out of the way by his throbbing erection He was long, hard, and looked so solid and right as he fell into my hands I saw his stomach muscles hollow out, saw his chest rise and fall in a deep breath, and his eyes did that thing where they shifted froreen to intense and needy black

I got on my knees in front of him, a position that should have ths I was already going to in order to please this e of as happening between us, and I liked the way his hands got hard and insistent when they curled around the back oftip of his cock between my lips He made a low noise in the back of his throat as I swirled es and lines of the powerfully jutting part of him

He tasted like Race Sort of olden hairs dusting his abdoers when I circled the base of his erection withto fit in hter on my neck and in my hair I sucked on him, licked him, worked him over to the point that his hips started to involuntarily ainst the draw and pull of my mouth I wanted to use my other hand, wanted to stroke hie so that all that tension, all the coiled tautness running through his body, could leach out, but Race was done with being on the receiving end and not giving in return

I made a surprised noise when he hauled e of the sink where he had been leaning I licked s around his lean waist when he got his impatient hands under my skirt to strip my panties off under the fabric

“I wasn’t done” I wanted to sound sultry and sexy, but I was more like Minnie Mouse

He grinned at s between o hot and damp

“I was about to be, and that’s not what I want I want you”

He stepped into the cradle of s, bent his head down, and sealed his mouth over mine I flinched a little when I tasted blood froether with one solid thrust and I forgot all about his cut, and smashed my mouth more firmly onto his There wasn’t really any foreplay, wasn’t any buildup and tune-up like there had been last night, but still, the press of hard flesh, the burn as he moved inside of me, felt like heaven I twinedin vain to be careful of the bruises decorating his skin

This sex waseach other feel better than yesterday’s romp had been It was just as intense, just as potent and impactful It made my body respond just as fast, heated me up and twistedelse in it, so working behind those eyes and in his touch that made me feel like this was the other side of Race that I ith tonight This was the Race who lived and worked in the Point This was the Race who had taken on a gangster and won This was the Race not scared of breaking the law This was the Race as battered and a little soul-broken because he thought he was doing the right thing and no one else in this place appreciated it He wasn’t going out of his way to try and please ood, he couldn’t help but have ainst him with just a few skilled thrusts and the brush of exploratory fingers against wanting flesh I could tell this was so else