got closer. As he rubbed and sucked, gauging her gasps and reading her body’s response, he snaked his hands up and squeezed her breasts, causing her to arch against him. Her nipples stood out stiffly and he pinched them in rhythm with his sucking.
“Oh God,” she gasped, clutching his head as her orgasm approached. “Almost…”
Even if she hadn’t alerted him, he would have felt the signs of her imminent explosion. Her clit seemed to strain toward his tongue. She held her breath for short periods, tensing her muscles at the same time. As she gripped his head tighter and tighter, her hips moved against his mouth with more urgency until, at last, she arched up. A throaty cry erupted from her as her cunt spasmed against his chin. She dug her heels into his back and ground herself against his face. And damned if his balls didn’t feel like they were going to explode. His blood pressure had to be off the scale. His cock sent one urgent message to his brain like a runaway train.
Fuck her. Now.
But when he drew back and gazed at her, that message got derailed. All he could do was stare.
Still wearing the open robe, she lay with her eyes closed, her arms and legs limp. Her inner thighs were bathed with his saliva and her rich secretions, and a flush still heated her cheeks. Slowly, her eyes opened and the smile that lingered on her lips made him forget how sharp his lust had been a moment ago. At the sight of her, splayed like a siren from a lusty myth, he realized that he could easily become addicted to her sultry flavor and the satisfaction he felt when she came. His chest felt full and he smiled back dumbly.
After a long moment, she broke the silence. “This time I can’t even move my thumbs.”
“That’s okay,” he said, forcing himself out of his ridiculous stupor. “I’ll do all the moving.”
Motivated into action, he gathered her up in his arms and carried her back to the bedroom. When she snuggled her face into his neck and murmured about how strong he was, an absurd sense of macho pride suffused him. Hell, if he didn’t watch out, tomorrow would find him trying to win an enormous stuffed animal for her at Circus Circus.
Still, he laid her with care on the bed where she stretched lazily, turning on her side. One glimpse of her silky, sleek ass put his body back on track and a strong urge to take her from behind overcame him. He wanted her soft ass cheeks cushioning his hips as he slammed into her over and over. After rolling on another condom, he slid up against her back and lifted her thigh enough to push his cock closer to home.
“Is this okay?” he asked, even as he angled himself, searching for that tight, swollen slit.
When she arched back and christened the tip of his cock with her wet heat, he took that as a yes.
Chapter Five
Pulled up against Tucker’s muscular body, Mariah surrendered to the raw satisfaction of his thick cock invading her from behind. She hadn’t thought it could get better than it had just a little while ago, but this…this was incredible. The angle of his entry intensified the sensation of every slow stroke, and she loved the sound of his breath right in her ear.
“You feel so good, Mariah,” he murmured against her neck.
Goosebumps spread across her shoulders as he nibbled on her ear. She sighed with pleasure, shifting her hips to meet his unhurried thrusts. There was something magical about being with Tucker, but she didn’t want to admit that, because in this case, it could be magic, which was still disconcerting.
And yet, what did it really matter? This time with him was a gift, and there was no point in ruining it with useless worry. This reunion with Tucker would be one more memorable event in her life, like a great concert, and when it was over, it would be over.
Determined to enjoy herself, she closed down the logical part of her brain and concentrated on the exquisite friction between her legs. The rhythmic push and pull suffused her with a
“Oh God,” she gasped, clutching his head as her orgasm approached. “Almost…”
Even if she hadn’t alerted him, he would have felt the signs of her imminent explosion. Her clit seemed to strain toward his tongue. She held her breath for short periods, tensing her muscles at the same time. As she gripped his head tighter and tighter, her hips moved against his mouth with more urgency until, at last, she arched up. A throaty cry erupted from her as her cunt spasmed against his chin. She dug her heels into his back and ground herself against his face. And damned if his balls didn’t feel like they were going to explode. His blood pressure had to be off the scale. His cock sent one urgent message to his brain like a runaway train.
Fuck her. Now.
But when he drew back and gazed at her, that message got derailed. All he could do was stare.
Still wearing the open robe, she lay with her eyes closed, her arms and legs limp. Her inner thighs were bathed with his saliva and her rich secretions, and a flush still heated her cheeks. Slowly, her eyes opened and the smile that lingered on her lips made him forget how sharp his lust had been a moment ago. At the sight of her, splayed like a siren from a lusty myth, he realized that he could easily become addicted to her sultry flavor and the satisfaction he felt when she came. His chest felt full and he smiled back dumbly.
After a long moment, she broke the silence. “This time I can’t even move my thumbs.”
“That’s okay,” he said, forcing himself out of his ridiculous stupor. “I’ll do all the moving.”
Motivated into action, he gathered her up in his arms and carried her back to the bedroom. When she snuggled her face into his neck and murmured about how strong he was, an absurd sense of macho pride suffused him. Hell, if he didn’t watch out, tomorrow would find him trying to win an enormous stuffed animal for her at Circus Circus.
Still, he laid her with care on the bed where she stretched lazily, turning on her side. One glimpse of her silky, sleek ass put his body back on track and a strong urge to take her from behind overcame him. He wanted her soft ass cheeks cushioning his hips as he slammed into her over and over. After rolling on another condom, he slid up against her back and lifted her thigh enough to push his cock closer to home.
“Is this okay?” he asked, even as he angled himself, searching for that tight, swollen slit.
When she arched back and christened the tip of his cock with her wet heat, he took that as a yes.
Chapter Five
Pulled up against Tucker’s muscular body, Mariah surrendered to the raw satisfaction of his thick cock invading her from behind. She hadn’t thought it could get better than it had just a little while ago, but this…this was incredible. The angle of his entry intensified the sensation of every slow stroke, and she loved the sound of his breath right in her ear.
“You feel so good, Mariah,” he murmured against her neck.
Goosebumps spread across her shoulders as he nibbled on her ear. She sighed with pleasure, shifting her hips to meet his unhurried thrusts. There was something magical about being with Tucker, but she didn’t want to admit that, because in this case, it could be magic, which was still disconcerting.
And yet, what did it really matter? This time with him was a gift, and there was no point in ruining it with useless worry. This reunion with Tucker would be one more memorable event in her life, like a great concert, and when it was over, it would be over.
Determined to enjoy herself, she closed down the logical part of her brain and concentrated on the exquisite friction between her legs. The rhythmic push and pull suffused her with a
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