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t felt as if her entire body was wired into his mouth. His actions hammered the breath out of her lungs. His thumb replaced his tongue and she felt his mouth move up against her belly. Urgent need made her grapple for him.
“I want you.” She said it just as he closed on her, and he paused.
Tracing his fingers over her naked thighs, he smiled. “What do you want?”
“Your gorgeous cock.” Desperate to be filled, she clutched at his sides. If he didn’t do it soon she would make a fool of herself.
Stripping off his T-shirt, he undid his fly. His cock bowed out, long and hard and ready.
She purred aloud, growing hornier by the moment.
Extracting a condom from his jeans pocket, he made short work of getting it on. All the while he looked at her bared flesh. There was a possessive look in his eyes.
She watched the way he rolled the rubber over his length. The very sight of it ready for her made her quiver inside. Rory’s eyes had grown hooded, and the smile that played around his mouth made him even more attractive.
He grabbed her around the buttocks with hands and gave her his length, inch by inch, before easing back—then pushing to the hilt.
She expressed relief audibly, her head crushing into he pillows as he filled her. Her knees lifted around his hips when he pressed deeper, filling her. He was fiercer in his approach than their first night, kissing her throat while he found his rhythm, his hands lifting her from the bed to get deeper still.
The single bed creaked and she chuckled.
“One day we’ll do this in a decent bed.” He stopped moving, and he cupped her jaw tightly in one hand as he looked deep into her eyes, as if forbidding her to look away.
The feeling of elation magnified. Strung out on the moment, she nodded, and clutched at him tighter still. “I like that idea.”
An intense wave of pleasure swamped her groin. Hot juices ran from the place where they were joined.
Rory gave a deep groan and let rip, his hips rolling in to hers over and over as he hit home and came. Before he withdrew, he kissed the corner of her mouth—a strange little kiss that made her smile
“I’m not done with you yet.” He stroked his cock. “On your hands and knees.”
Scrambling up, she did as instructed.
“Tell me now, what do you want?” he asked, whilst he took her from behind.
“I want it to last and last,” she cried out, poised on the edge of her orgasm.
Suddenly full again, she all but fainted. Jolting up the bed on his thrusts, she got to the point where she had to brace her arms on the bed frame to stay upright.
“Oh god yes!” She was blissfully sore, her mind and body senseless with pleasure. Moaning loudly, she drove back on to him, spilling down her thighs as she came.
Then he was on his back, pulling her over him. “Sit on me. I want to study your face while I’m inside you.”
“I can’t,” she whispered, horribly self conscious.
“You can…my little rebel heart.”
How could she resist that?
Moaning, she moved as instructed, mounting him.
He directed his cock to her and she sank down onto it, mewling like a cat. Her sensitive flesh let loose waves of pleasure, even more intense since she came.
She swayed, weak with lust and pleasure.
Rory grabbed her wrists, held her tight to him.