Page 60 of Lucky Laces

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“Oh, my God,” I whisper, head falling back again.

“Too much?”he grunts.

There’s a burn and stretch because he’s proportional—thick and long andso damned hard.

“DeeDee?”he rasps when I don’t answer.

Can’tanswer.

I’m too busy reveling in the fact that I’m currently being so thoroughly possessed by this man I can barely breathe.

But when his face clouds and he starts to pull back, I react faster than I think possible, grabbing his hips, stopping him.

“You’re big,” I say, stretching up to press my lips to his.“That’s good.”My mouth hitches up.“Just a little overwhelming.”

There’s a blip of silence.

Then he’s grinning.“You can handle it.”

“I—”

“Hang on, sweetheart,” he says, stealing my breath as he draws out and then strokes back in—doing it hard and deep.“You’re about to have the best fucking ride of your life.”

And then I have no choice but to do exactly that—to wrap my legs around his middle, to cling to his shoulders, to meet each and every thrust that he delivers with perfectly brutal intensity.

Fast.Deep.Hard.

I moan.

I hold tight.

And I take everything this man dishes out as he delivers on that promise of a great fucking ride.

Especially since he gives me another orgasm along the way.

Twenty

Hudson

I’m limp,barely having had enough presence of mind to roll my heavy ass to the side so I don’t crush Dee and my lungs are working like I’ve just chased down some asshole on a breakaway.

But I just had an orgasm that threatened to split me in two.

And Diana’s in my arms.

And…fuck, but I never expected to ever get this.

“You good?”I manage to ask when my voice starts working again.

“Mmm,” she moans softly, stretching her arms over her head, arching her back, putting her tits on display for me.

It takes just that much for me to be hard again.

Something she feels pressing against her hip, if her eyes going wide are any indication.

“Already?”she asks, the word a shocked sigh.

I shrug.“You’re beautiful.”

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