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She pumped her hips. Not enough. He controlled the

rhythm, the depth, just the head of his cock sliding inside her. And she wanted it all. Greedy girl, she wanted

it all.

She felt stretched, but not full.

“Please,” she breathed, and he gave a low laugh of

pure masculine pleasure.

Closing his hands on her buttocks, he lifted her, his

mouth on hers, hungry, demanding. She wrapped her

legs around his hips, and one arm around his shoulders.

Her free hand tangled in the long, wet strands at his

nape.

He pressed her back against the tile and thrust inside

her, full and deep. A smooth, slick glide. A moan tore

from her lips. He was inside her, deep inside her, filling her almost to the point of pain, so big, so hard.

She wanted to move, wanted to thrust, but he dug

his fingers into her flesh, holding her still, holding her

exactly where he wanted her.

With a cry, she shoved her fingers through his hair

and met the thrust of his tongue, sucking on him, drawing on him. She pulled him into the kiss, making it

harder, wilder. So good. So damned good. She tasted

him, raking her teeth along his lower lip, biting him

until she tasted blood.

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His lips slanted on hers, vying to set the pace, small

nips of her lips and the sweep of his tongue.

He was all the way inside her now, and she rocked

and writhed, but he wasn’t in any hurry. He moved his

hips slowly, shallow thrusts that made her whimper and

moan and struggle for more.

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