“Mark,” she breathed out shakily, and he ground his jaw as she flicked her thumbs over his hard nipples. Knowing he was on the verge of something explosive, he grabbed the bottom of her shirt and jerked it off over her head, forcing her arms up high. The second the cloth cleared her fingertips, she wrapped her arms around her breasts, nibbling on the corner of her plump lower lip as the flush on her face spread down the slender column of her pale throat, blooming prettily over the satiny skin of her chest and the mouthwatering mounds she was so preciously trying to hide from him. They bulged around her caging arms, and he wasn’t sure whether the low rumbling sound echoing in his ears was a storm blowing in off the Pacific or his own cracking control.
“Don’t hide from me,” he grunted in a low, gravel-filled voice, pulling her arms away as she shivered, and the sight of her small, tender pink nipples nearly killed him.
Her hands fluttered shyly at her sides, and he pinned them to the table with the firm press of his own, telling her without words to keep them there. Something primitive and savage stretched to awareness within him, snarling at the thought of her hiding from him. “Don’t ever cover up in front of me, Mel,” he demanded roughly, moving his hands to her shoulders and forcing her back against the table.
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She shivered beneath the bright, revealing overhead light and what he knew was the purely feral look of hunger burning in his gaze, her firm breasts trembling, soft and beautiful, against her chest.
“Mark…the light,” she whispered, staring up at the bright overhead ceiling fixture, while he flicked the button undone on her shorts, lowered the zipper and quickly gripped the thin cotton in his hands.
“No,” he breathed out huskily, wrenching the shorts over her hips, then stepping back so that he could pull them down her legs. Her tiny scrap of pale pink panties immediately followed. “I want to see you—all of you—when I go down on you this time,” he said gutturally, aware that his voice trembled with his need for her. With his hands on her knees, he forced them out wide at her sides and stepped back between them, knowing he couldn’t have looked away from the breathtaking perfection of her naked cunt if his life depended on it. “I want every one of these gorgeous, pink little details up close and personal, knowing that they belong to me. Only to me. Right, Mel?”
“Yes,” she moaned, arching beneath him, unable to remain still. She rode the surface of the table in a shimmying wave of need, looking like a primordial sacrifice, laid out and spread for his pleasure.
But first, Mark wanted hers.
Without any warning, he lowered his head and pressed his mouth to the hot, deliciously wet folds of her pussy with gentle avidity. He burrowed into her moist, succulent warmth, feeling drunk on her womanly scent and taste as it surrounded him, beautiful and sweet and pure. Fresh and utterly new, making him crave her in a way he’d never thought he could hunger for a woman.
Swirling his tongue lazily around her clit, he avariciously collected her honeyed juices. He moved lower, and the second his strong tongue stroked deeply, piercing her lush entrance, she came. He ate at her greedily, like he was starved…and he was. He claimed every seductive drop for his own, swallowing her into his mouth while his tongue stroked possessively through her folds, lapping into her tight, rhythmically 95
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pulsing entrance, marveling at the pure perfection of her. When he finally raised his head, he grinned wickedly as he gazed up at her damp, crimson face over the arc of her pubic bone. “Don’t you know you’re supposed to make me work for it, sweetheart?”
“Oh…um, sorry,” she mumbled hoarsely, raising her head to stare at him down the shivering line of her torso.
“That’s okay.” He gave her a warm smile, tilting his head to the side as he studied the soft curve of her belly, the shallow indentation of her navel, stroking the quivering flesh with his palm. “But you owe me.”
She blinked in owlish fascination. “I do?”
“Hell, yes,” he groaned, moving up her body. His lips found the puffy swell of her right nipple, and he lustily drew it into the warm heat of his mouth, loving the low moan that shivered out of her as he suckled, pressing the hardened tip to the roof of his mouth, then working it hungrily with his tongue. His jaws opened wider, and he pulled more of that succulent flesh into his heat, wanting to swallow her whole. When she was writhing beneath him, arching up into the avid pulls of his mouth, he moved to the other breast, taking it with the same greedy urgency that he’d shown the first.
“You owe me, Mel,” he drawled roughly, lifting his head to press his lips against the quivering point at the base of her throat where her pulse fluttered chaotically, “and I know exactly what I want.”
His fingers found the tender flesh between her legs, all slippery and slick with her warm release. His head moved higher, claiming her mouth in a blistering kiss of carnal intent as his hand moved lower, seeking her demure entrance. Mark instantly pressed two thick fingers up into her, penetrating the tight sheath of her body, forcing her to stretch wide around him. She cried out into his kiss, a shocked, awakening sound of pleasure and pain, and he worked his fingers deeper, desperate to ready her for the heaviness of his cock.
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It was Melanie who finally tore her mouth from his, her panting breaths pelting him sweetly in the face. “Damn it, do it!” she gasped at the same time that she reached down to grasp the waist of his shorts. “And I want to see you. Right now. This very second.” Mark moved back until he stood upright between her widespread thighs, her sweet, juice-covered cunt trembling and open, the tiny slit swollen and crimson from her recent climax. He locked his jaw as he stared at the way it breathed, slick with her cum, and toed off his trainers, shoving his shorts down until they fell to the floor. Melanie gasped a sharp, shocked little sound of surprise at the sight of his cock sticking out from the dark curls in his groin, and the male animal inside him wanted to throw back its head and howl with primitive pride.
Shaking his head at his caveman reactions to this woman, he fisted his hand around the wide base of his erection and looked down as he pressed forward, rubbing the fat, swollen head against the tender flesh of her slick, puffy pussy lips. His shaft was ruddy, thick and long and heavy with want. The round, plum-sized tip already glistened with fluid, the nestled slit leaking with lust for the woman spread open before him. The thick network of veins that crossed beneath the surface of his skin bulged beneath the biting pressure of his fist, and he knew he wasn’t going to last worth shit once this started.
Hell, just the sight of her made him want to jerk into the air, showering over the pearly pink folds of her sex, across the pale expanse of her belly.
But there was no way in hell he was coming anywhere but deep inside her. As deep into her as he could possibly get.
He had his wallet in the zippered pocket of his shorts and knew there was a condom inside. He knew he needed to reach down and get it out, slip it over the brutal ache of his erection—and yet, he couldn’t move. He wasn’t stupid. He’d never had sex before without one, but he didn’t want that goddamn latex barrier between him and the liquid pull of Melanie’s body. He wanted her to feel the burn of his cock as he penetrated her, wanted to feel the lush cream of her pussy as he crammed himself all 97
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the way inside. Wanted her gasping as each swollen, vein-ridged inch impaled her.
Wanted to feel the lusty bite of her hot little cunt sucking him in, milking his cock.
“Talk about something surpassing your expectations,” she murmured wryly, a bit breathless as she stared wide-eyed at his erection. Despite the pain shooting up from his balls, twisting into his gut, Mark couldn’t help but laugh.
“I’m glad you like it.”
“Like it,” she grinned, reaching down to stroke her finger across the swollen glans, making his teeth grind so hard he wondered why they didn’t crack.
“Yeah, I definitely like it.”
“Keep looking at me like that,” he groaned, his gaze flickering back and forth between the provocative sights of her stroking his cock head and her pink tongue licking her bottom lip, “and it’s going to be inside you before I get the rubber on.”
“You want to wear…one?”
Her voice came so softly that he almost wasn’t sure whether she’d spoken or he’d imagined those halting words. He didn’t think it was possible, but the knot in his shaft grew thicker, his jaw locked tighter. “Honestly ? Hell no. I’ve never had sex without one, so I know I’m safe…and I’m a big enough bastard to like the idea of you swollen with my baby. But I wouldn’t do that to you so soon, Mel.”
“I’ve never…had sex without a condom either…and I’m, um, on the Pill because I had some trouble with my cycles. So…um…”
He went so still, not even his lungs moved. “You’re shitting me,” he gasped.
She wrinkled her nose at his words, even while she smiled at the eagerness of his expression. Mark knew he looked like a kid who’d just discovered the magic of a hidden treasure map. “Um, no, I’m not.”
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contact. “This is gonna be so fucking good, Mel,” he gritted out through clenched teeth.
“It’s gonna blow my ever-loving mind.”
She opened around him like a tight, hungry little mouth, deliciously wet and blisteringly hot against his naked flesh. He groaned a ragged, shuddering sound of ecstasy, and pushed deeper, shoving in an inch…and then a couple more as he moved over her. It was nearly impossible to work himself into her, her snug little body protesting his brutal penetration while her words pleaded for more.
Melanie pressed her open mouth to the sweaty skin of his shoulder, nipping him with her teeth. “I want to feel you all the way inside. Stop holding back.” He pulsed inside the tight clench of her tender sheath, wondering if his head was going to explode from the incredible pressure. It was like sinking into the ultimate sexual haven—pure, white-hot fantasy—the heat and grip of her snug muscles, the liquid heaven of her juices soaking him, urging him to pound her hard and fast and deep, until he’d ridden her through the table.
“Mel, stop,” he groaned in a gritty voice, forcing himself to go slow as he fed more of his thick, hard dick into her. “I’m on edge here, honey, and you’re tight enough to make me forget how small you are. I’m trying to get myself together.” He breathed roughly, pushing another two inches into her, loving how the walls of her cunt parted for him, then sucked in around him like a fucking throat swallowing him down. “God, just give me a second.”
Or two…maybe a thousand. Hell, he didn’t think he was ever going to get his head on straight again. This wasn’t fucking. This was some kind of teeth-grinding ecstasy that went so far beyond anything he’d ever known, he had no frame of reference. He was breaking her open, inch by inch, and he felt stripped bare by the sensation. Utterly at its mercy…and falling deeper every second. He shifted, and those sweet inner muscles clutched at him in a silken, voluptuous caress, making him curse hotly under his breath.
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“You feel so good,” she panted, her hands never stopping, moving over the hot skin at his nape, across the slick heat of his shoulders, even lower, clutching at his hard buttocks as she struggled to pull him deeper. He groaned and surged forward in a sudden, jolting thrust that buried more thick inches into her. A low, rumbling growl broke from his throat, and she cried out a sharp, keening sound of surprised pleasure, clutching at the slippery line of his spine, her short nails pricking into the bunched heat of his muscles.
“You have no idea how worried I’ve been, thinking I might never get here,” he breathed out with his next restrained pull and thrust, his voice raspy and raw as his broad shaft cut through her wet heat like a knife, working into her one inch at a time, stretching, pulling her open. He lifted back and gripped her behind her knees, pulling them out wide, leaving her vulnerable and open, his head falling forward as he stared at the point where his body penetrated hers.
“Faster,” she gasped. “Hurry, Mark. Please! ”
“No,” he muttered, suddenly releasing her knees to catch her wrists in the strong grasp of his big hands. He stretched her arms up high above her head and held them there, then savored every delicious, burning point of contact as he pressed his body against the gentle cushion of hers. The wet, delicate silk of her sex gripping him so impossibly tight, his chest cushioned against her breasts, the giving warmth of her skin, so silky and smooth it drugged him—all of it blew his fucking mind, and he suddenly feared where it could push him. She was delicate and soft, and he struggled not to let the primal instinct in his blood take over, riding her with everything he could feel breaking open inside him. Dark, sensual hungers for raging, explosive sex—the kind that would mark them both as owned, claimed, taken. The kind that sealed your fate, that you could never return from.
The kind that meant something.
That meant everything.
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It’d taken thirty-six goddamn years, but he’d finally found the one who mattered, and it threatened to rip his hard-earned control right out of him, scraping him raw.
She didn’t know what she was tempting him with—didn’t understand just how far he could go with this thing. That fear of being too much for her, of scaring her off, kept twisting through him like a sickness.
Melanie stared up at him, her brown eyes shimmering and damp, liquid and soft.
“You said you’re in love with me,” she murmured. “It’s true, isn’t it?”
“Yeah,” he groaned, rubbing his mouth against the damp silk of her lips, taking her sweet breath into his lungs. “It is most definitely true, Miss Green.”
“Then give me all of you, Mark. I promise you, I can take it, whatever it is you have to give—however you need to give it.”
He wanted to believe her, but he’d been with women far more actively sexual than Mel, and even with them, he’d often had to hold back. He should have had himself on a damn leash, instead of forcing his way deeper into her, but there was no going back.
His control was being systematically ripped away by need and lust and that sweet, aching clench in his belly that staggered him every goddamn time he saw her face. He was strung tight with a brilliant, blinding desperation to get into her and stay there forever. The wet heat of her body as it grew softer, accepting him, tempted him like manna—like the perfect sin—and he was helpless to resist.
“I told you,” he grated out of a dry throat as she took another inch of him, “it’s perfect. Like a skintight little glove. Damn, Mel, you’re gonna suck the cum right outta me, sweetheart. Unbelievable.”
“Then stop fighting it, Mark. I can feel you holding back and I hate it! I want you to lose control.”
“What control?” he snorted, resting his forehead against the smooth heat of hers.
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urgency that would soon break him. “Shit,” he cursed roughly, blindly searching for her mouth as a tremoring wave of hunger jolted through his system.
“I love you, Mark,” she sobbed hoarsely against his lips, and he felt that burning ball of insatiable need explode, shattering apart inside him.
“Aw, hell,” he gasped, every muscle shaking as he struggled to hold himself together. “Have mercy on me, Mel. I’ll never forgive myself if I blow this.”
“It’s true.” She smiled up at him, pulling her hands free of his sl
ackening grip, then smoothing the dark line of his brows with her trembling fingertips, the cinnamon-brown of her eyes infinite and bright, pulling him in, sucking him under. “You take my breath away. I feel so empty without you, and I don’t want to feel empty anymore, Mark. I want to feel like this, full of you, like you’re everywhere inside me. I love you, and I want to know what it feels like to have the man I love go wild on me, over me, in me… because of me. Just trust me.” And suddenly that smile turned wicked, the expression in her eyes one of such feral heat, he felt burned. “Trust me enough to know when I want to have my brains fucked out by the man I love. Come on, Mark, and show me what I do to you. Show me what you want from me.” A deep, guttural groan rumbled up in his throat, vicious in its intensity, and his muscles trembled from the impact of her words. “Christ, you’ve done it now,” he growled…and that was it. Without direction from his lust-fried brain, he clutched her upper arms as his hips surged back, then powered forward, shoving the brutal length of his cock into the sweet, clenching depths of her pussy. Those tight inner walls clamped down, so deliciously strong, but he shoved through them, hard, separating her—
penetrating her—cramming himself in with a wholly violent power until she’d taken him to the hilt. He didn’t stop until his balls were jammed up tight against her ass and the fat, heavy head of his cock was lodged possessively against the mouth of her womb.
Her shocked scream echoed through the thickness of his head, but he couldn’t rein himself in—and thank god, he didn’t need to, if her words were anything to go by.
“Oh god…again! Mark, move… now!”
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