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grasp. It was heaven.
    He gripped her countertop to stop from collapsing against her. She worked his dick as if she’d been born knowing how he liked it. Long hard strokes from base to tip until precum spilled from the end. Her fingers swirled the silky fluid around the sensitive crest, and he ground his teeth to keep still.
    “You’re perfect. Just perfect,” she whispered.
    He couldn’t speak. His mouth was glued shut while he tried to rein in the desire to come. His balls were on fire, contracting as though they were ready to explode. She cupped them in one hand and kneaded the taut spheres. He exhaled a broken expletive and almost lost the battle to stave off his orgasm.
    “I have condoms upstairs,” she said.
    He forced his lips to move. “There’s one in my wallet.” He felt her hand delving into his back pockets, and he ground out a chuckle. “Front one on the left.”
    “It’s like a sadistic scavenger hunt,” she muttered as she found the prize.
    He gazed down at her while she extracted the foil package and shoved his wallet back in his pocket. How the hell had they gotten this far this fast? He had on a shirt, and she was still wearing pants, for fuck’s sake. He wanted to spread her legs and discover the softness of her pussy. What if he never had another chance to learn her scent and her taste? Wouldn’t it be better to bring her to her peak two or three times before sinking his cock balls-deep in her heat?
    The cool kiss of a lubricated condom made him flinch. He watched her hold the tip and roll the thin latex down over his dick. There was no comment about the icky consistency or the leftover lube on her fingers. Instead she unfastened her pants and pushed them down over her hips.
    He had to lock his knees to keep from falling when he got his first look at her bare pussy. “No panties?”
    “I don’t like feeling restricted.” She kicked free of her pants and her flip-flops. “And I can’t wait any longer, Owen. Take me now.”
    Any desire to prolong the foreplay died in that instant. Owen cupped her sweet ass and lifted her onto the counter. She slid her arms around his neck and spread her legs wide. The bouncing end of his erection probed the naked lips of her cunt, and everything inside Owen went molten.
    He was shaking and trying not to show it. “You put me in. I don’t want to hurt you.”
    “You’re not going to hurt me, but I’ll do anything to get that big prick inside me where it belongs.”
    He couldn’t look away from the sight of her hand wrapped around his shaft. She spread her legs a little farther and tilted her hips. The petals of her sex glistened with juices, and he was shocked by how wet and ready she was. He clenched his ass when the head of his cock breached her entrance. Her breath hitched, and Owen felt her legs lock in the small of his back only seconds before she pulled him all the way in.
    He was buried, surrounded by Mattie, and it was exquisite. She nestled her face against his neck and nipped at his skin. Owen began to move inside her. It was good, amazing, in fact, but not enough.
    “Harder, Owen. Fuck me harder. I need it!”
    The countertop creaked as he did just that. Gripping the outsides of her thighs, he pulled out and slammed back in. Better, but he wanted more. He did it again and again until their bodies were slapping together and the cabinets were rattling.
    She was hot and tight and wet, and he knew instantly he’d never get tired of this. There would never be enough of Mattie. Her heels ground against his back, her nails digging into his shoulders. He wished he were naked. He wanted to be skin to skin while he fucked her.
    Their mouths met in a tangle of lips and teeth as they grunted and rutted like animals. Pleasure zinged through every cell in his body, and Owen felt his release approaching at full speed.
    Desperate to make her come with him, he spread her knees wider and angled his hips. He sensed more than felt her clit as it skated