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His panting breath labored as her slender, elegant fingers followed, stroking along his taut abs until she reached his waist, then his huge, rock-hard dick. She nuzzled his belly, and he almost lost his damn mind…again.
Before he could inhale his next ragged breath, she wrapped her hand tight around the straining length. Uncontrollably, he thrust his hips against her hand, and she made a soft sound at his helpless response.
His entire body shuddered, and he clenched his fists into the sheet, realizing just how much power this woman actually had over him. Especially when she held him in the palm of her hand the way he’d fantasized for what seemed like a lifetime.
He couldn’t take his eyes off her as she knelt between his thighs, giving him a sly, seductive look in the heated depths of her eyes.
She stroked him, tormenting him, cupping his aching balls and sending pleasure shooting up his dick, tingling in the throbbing tip. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth as she used her other hand to rub her thumb over the sensitive head while still fondling his sack. If that wasn’t enough for him to bear, he lost it when she took every single hard inch of him into the silky, wet heat of her mouth. His hips moved again, coming off the bed. He groaned at the delicious friction she created with her lips, tongue, and fingers as she slid up and down his throbbing erection. She added suction, and his body tensed as he fought against the overwhelming urge to come.
He needed to get inside her,again, and it was that urgent, desperate thought that drove him to reach for Taylor and pull her back up. In a quick, lithe move, he had her flat on her back.Her eyes urged him on as her hands went to his torso and down his body to his dick again, guiding his engorged shaft to the sweet, giving entrance to her body.
Unable to wait another moment longer to fuck her again, he moved up and over her body and felt the head of his dick glide along her sex as he pinned her beneath him, in a primal, caveman move that felt so good. Her hands gently cupped his face as she gently caressed his cheeks and jaw. Their eyes met and held, hers filled with dark desire. He watched as she gasped and arched into him when he abruptly thrust into her, a seemingly endless journey as he drove himself to the hilt. She was snug around him, like slick, wet satin gripping his shaft, and it was an intensely erotic sensation that made his head spin.
Her bare breasts were crushed against his chest, her knees bracketed his hips, and the urge to possess her in the most elemental way possible overwhelmed him. Tangling his fingers in Taylor’s soft, thick hair, he held her head in his hands and slanted his mouth across hers in a hot, deep, demanding kiss.
She rolled him to his back. Sliding her hand across his naked chest, she pressed him back, and he yielded as she climbed onto him, guided him back into her with a ragged intake of air.
Bracketing his face with her hands, she held his head immobile as she moved against him, her mouth brushing his with provoking lightness, his breathing heavy at the pleasure her hips generated each time she moved. Aware of her every breath, every heartbeat, every movement she made, he thrust in frantic rhythm to the way she rode him.
A low sound rumbled out of him as he grasped her hips, and brute forced her body over his abs, chest dragging her sweet core to his waiting mouth. She braced her knees and cried out, her hips thrusting against his mouth, his tongue finding her swollen sex, the sweet taste of her driving him insane. She rode him, her hips pumping.
He closed his eyes and groaned, doubling his efforts to give her all he had. He drew her clit into his mouth, used his tongue to stroke and caress and increase her pleasure. Her fingers knotted tighter in his hair, and a soft groan escaped her lips. In response, his balls drew up hard, and his cock jutted painfully toward his belly, aching with the need to be buried to the hilt inside her again. With heat and possessive intent, he sucked on her. She inhaled sharply, jolted against him in shock, then gave herself over to his erotic assault. Before long, he felt her thighs quiver, felt her legs buckle as her orgasm crested, heard her sweet moan as she tumbled headlong into that powerful rush of sensation rippling through her. He kept her from completely collapsing with a strong hand pressed to her stomach, and when he was certain he’d given her every last bit of pleasure he could, he gently slid her off his mouth, pressed her to her back.
Then he had to fuck her.
Every thrust came harder, deeper, the rhythm stretching between restraint and raw need. He lost himself in it,in her,in the way she gasped against his throat, in the way her thighs gripped his hips like she didn’t want him to stop.
His pace grew faster, rougher. Not careless—butruthlessly focused, driven by something he couldn’t name. With every stroke, he felt himself thicken inside her, pleasure tightening down hard and hot until it was all he could feel.
He tore his mouth from hers, head dropping to her shoulder as the tension snapped inside him. His body arched, his breath ragged—then a low, guttural sound ripped from his chest as he drove into her one last time, hard, deep,full.
He came with a force that cracked him open. Pleasure rolled through him like fire and thunder, wave after punishing wave, until he collapsed against her, shattered and gasping, his face pressed to the curve of her neck.
His arms wrapped around her tightly. Not just from release—but fromeverything elsethat pulsed just beneath it.
“Taylor,” he whispered, her name the only thing left when all the noise had burned away. The only thing that still made sense.
The tremors subsided, but he couldn’t let go. Not yet.
His body felt hollowed out, undone from the inside—but safe. Held.
Her fingers slid into his hair, stroking gently, grounding him like she’d always known how.
He didn’t speak. Just breathed her in.
I’m here,her touch seemed to say.I’m not going anywhere.
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Taylor restedin Boomer’s unshakable hold, both of them breathing rapidly, his face buried in her neck. The shudders within her seemed to go on and on, the pleasure he’d given her as sizzling as the echo of what had been left behind. He was a solid wall of hard-packed muscle, his cock thick and pulsing inside her, his lower body powerful and heavy against her belly and hips, where he fitted to her like they were two halves of one whole. She clutched at him, her palms pressing against his muscled shoulders, over his hot, smooth, rock-hard biceps, the bulging muscles making her crazy with feverish need as if she couldn’t get enough of the feel of his skin or his sexy body.
He lifted his head, his lashes drifted open, and his darkened gaze locked with hers. He blinked, drawing attention to those lush, dark lashes and his aching green eyes showing his barely suppressed hunger. His skin was incredibly smooth, despite the peppering of his stubble, gorgeous caramel in tone, and so hot to the touch.
He had something that weakened her. Not so much his looks. She’d worked with and commanded scads of handsome, dangerous men. He could touch her in places she didn’t wantany man to. The vulnerability warned her that connections had a way of compromising principles. She’d avoided emotions like that, yet the only one she kept handy was her sense of commitment to duty. If she didn’t feel the need to work for her government, she wouldn’t be here.
He was relishing the moment, drinking in her features, the warmth and softness of being inside her, and the aftermath of the internal contractions still buffeting her body.
Shirking her responsibility added a whole new dimension of dark thrill to this heart-stopping experience.
