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Her purr was the only sound she made, yet it was a clear indication she would accept the challenge.

She slowly dropped her arm, tangling her fingers in my hair, tugging the shoulder-length strands. Just the way she was grinding into me was enough to push me to the breaking point.

So I tossed her over my shoulder, taking long strides into the living room. I was too aroused to bother with the bedroom. I was also perhaps daring anyone to defy my orders by interrupting us.

“What are you doing? Oh, what in God’s name are you doing?”

“Taking you to exactly where I want you.”

She moaned and the sound was endearing. “I’m afraid of heights.”

“From this high up?” She responded by pounding her fists against my back several times. When I finally had her in front of the couch, easing her onto her feet, she threw a playful punch and swayed.

But that was the last of today’s foreplay.

She stared at me for a minute that felt like two hours before we both started ripping each other’s clothes off. I’d never felt so much passion with anyone else before. She kicked her shoes high into the air, managing to aim them precariously close to the bar. With shit strewn everywhere, our clothes adding to the pile, we looked and were acting like a couple of teenagers.

As soon as she struggled with her jeans, kicking them aside, the barbarian man until recently I didn’t know existed slammed into my system.

I gripped both her arms, yanking them behind her and pinning them together with one hand. With the other, I cupped one breast, slowly lifting my head so I could study her reaction.

She was trying to maintain some sense of control, perhaps even decorum. She was failing as rapidly as I’d done before.

I pinched her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, marveling in the sounds she made. Just seeing the way she was forced to half close her eyes ignited more of the fire.

The way she struggled in my hold was weak, as if the woman didn’t really want to escape. I took the opportunity to drop my head, rolling my tongue around her hardened bud several times. When I pulled it between my teeth, she sucked in her breath.

There was nothing quite like sucking on a succulent nipple. I took my time before biting down. I was certain her squeals could be heard from outside.

The thought delicious, I shifted to her other breast, taking just as much time feasting on her skin as I had with the previous one. Voluptuous, her curves were perfect for me. I adored her rounded hips, the curve of her narrow waist and her shapely ass.

Not flat as so many women hoped to achieve. She had enough on her for me to grab and hold onto.

My cock had been a full attention for at least ten minutes. Even in arguments, she did that to me. I quickly glanced down, noticing pre-cum had already leaked across my slit.

My dick needed to be driven inside of her, or I’d lose my load far too quickly.

As soon as I let go of her arms, she wrapped those long fingers of hers around the base of my shaft. She had a way of creating friction that only added to my need.

Carmella rolled her hand all the way up the length of my cock, swirling her finger in the string of cream. When she brought it to her lips, sucking intently, my desire surged.

She wasn’t finished yet, jumping into my arms and folding her long, shapely legs around my thighs. Her laugh was enigmatic and the fact her eyes were already half dilated kept me mesmerized.

But the yearning to be inside of her hot little pussy was too strong. She clawed at my back and I decided against using the couch. I had a feeling the piece of furniture wouldn’t make it out alive.

When I took long strides toward the wall, she threw out her arm as if to catch herself. All the way she was making breathless sounds that were driving me crazy.

The moment I slammed her back against the wall, I drove my cock past her swollen folds. The force and the angle I used pushed her off the floor.

Laughing, she clung to me again, her fingers pressing into my shoulders. I pulled almost all the way out and she whined, digging her nails into my back with such ferocity I knew she was creating deep marks.

And blood.

I grinned and thrust even harder, jarring everything hanging on the wall on this side of the room. That didn’t faze her in the least. She clasped her feet together, bumping and grinding against me as I fucked her. The brutal sounds of being shoved against the wall only fueled us that much more.

I’d never seen or experienced a woman reacting with such blatant hunger. Every sound she made was animalistic, matching my own. I fucked her long and hard, no longer fearful I would break her. She was rough and tumble and that added to the crazed feeling buried deep inside.

There was no way I could get enough of her. I was even more insane with need, rolling onto the balls of my feet and switching the angle once again.

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