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    She wrapped her arms around his hips and dug her fingernails into his firm, meaty butt. The move earned her a quick thrust into her mouth. She sucked him hard, hollowing her cheeks in attempt to hold him in place. God, the purely male smell of his skin. The salty taste of his desire on her tongue. The way his girth and length filled her mouth, making thoughts of anything but him impossible. If only she could keep him here, deep in her mouth, savor him all night and never let him go.
    She could. With her teeth, as she’d promised.
    “Fucking hell.” He ground the words out as her mouth closed around his cock, his body going completely still as she dragged her teeth up his shaft. “More of that.”
    She brought a hand around to steady his cock, casting her eyes up his tower of a body as she did so. No denial this time. Instead, his fingers threaded into her hair, pushing it off her face, presumably to better his view of her work.
    And work him she did. Up and down she bobbed, licking and scraping his hot skin as she took him deep into her mouth, over and over.
    “On the head, just the head, nice and hard.”
    Oh god, Christmas in July. She released all but the tip of his cock—her favorite part if ever she had to choose. She sucked it. Dragged her teeth over it in every direction. Laved it with the flat of her tongue, then pressed her teeth into it…a little, a little more, a little more.
    “Fuck, fuck yeah. Fuck, stop before I come.”
    She stared up and shook her head. Let him come. Let him lose control in her mouth.
    He jerked back, growling when her teeth didn’t automatically grant his request. In the moonlight, his eyes looked almost silver, and they shone with pure, animalistic need. He tore into the condom packet. Rolled it on without taking his eyes off her.
    “Turn around. Knees on the couch.”
    Her pussy ached for her to obey. And she did, though not fast enough for Brian’s liking. He cupped her waist, grunting at her wriggling as he bent her over the back of the couch. One of his massive hands spanned her lower back, pinning her in place. His knee knocked her legs apart and his free hand slid along her wet slit.
    “So fucking hot.” The couch dipped under his weight. The hair on his legs brushed her hamstrings. His hand slid higher, one finger teasing up and down the valley of her ass, making her moan. “The way you respond, the shape of your body. The things I want to do to you…things I shouldn’t do, but fuck, you make it so hard to resist.”
    “Do them. Do anything to me.”
    His cock nudged her pussy. “Hands over the back of the couch. Stop moving.”
    Again she obeyed. Anything to get him inside her.
    He gave her the tip, nothing more, then stopped. “If I go too far—”
    “You won’t.”
    “I don’t want to hurt you.”
    “You won’t—at least, not more than I want you to.”
    “Fuck, Cassie, you don’t know.”
    She turned her head so she could see him. A jumble of emotions seemed to grip his face at once. Lust, agony, concern. They wanted the same thing, she was positive of it, but Brian refused to give in, to trust her.
    Her eyes flitted about, searching for something that’d free him. “Moon. If I say moon, you’re,” no, she refused to say the word hurt, “then it’s too much.”
    “Moon.” Wheels turned behind his intense eyes. “You sure?”
    Everything changed when she nodded. The air practically crackled around them.
    He bent over her back, caught her neck between his teeth and shook his head like a beast with prey in its mouth. Sparks shot from the contact point, raced to her nipples, lower, in a straight, frantic line to her pussy. “Harder.” The skin under his mouth burned. “God yes, like that. Fuck me—fuck me now.”
    His growl rumbled against her neck as he filled her. Smoothly, urgently. God, the fullness, the sweet, sweet fullness. He pulled back, pushed inside her again. Then again. Already, her body knew him. Craved his mass, buried