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Glancing
out she saw Trent carrying a paper sack with the name of a drugstore splashed
across it.
    Grabbing
him before he had a chance to get inside, she kissed him.
    “What
kept you?”
    “Line at the drugstore.”
    “Can
we do foreplay after we’ve had sex?”
    “Sort
of like, life’s uncertain, eat dessert first?”
    “Exactly.”
    She
took off the towel she’d wrapped herself in and stood naked before him.
    “You
do not play fair, young lady,” he said.
    He
took off his jacket, then his sweater, and pulled on the fly of his jeans. They
came off along with some dark blue boxers.
    She
swallowed, her pussy getting wetter and more worked up when she saw his cock—thick,
hard, and pulsating, a bead of pre-cum clung to the very tip of his shaft.
    Hurry, hurry.
    He
smiled. Shit, he really could read her mind.
    He
took out a condom and handed it to her. She ripped open the foil package and
stepped toward him. They kissed as she reached for his cock and as seductively
as she could, rolled the sheath onto him. Trent lifted her up. She wrapped her
legs around his hips, feeling the strong muscles of his thighs push against her
inner ones. She’d never done this sort of thing with a guy she’d just met, but
it made it all the more exciting, naughty almost.
    He
sat down on the chair, and she straddled him. He touched her breasts and pulled
on her nipples.
    “Sorry
I forgot, no foreplay,” he said.
    She
lifted her hips and rubbed her pussy over the tip of his cock, making an almost
animal like sound escape from his lips.
    Emily
wiggled around before lowering herself until she was impaled on his dick. He
was long and wide, and just having him inside had made her pussy come alive. He
put his big hands on her hips as she began rock her body so both the front and back
of her pussy scraped against his shaft.
    Trent
leaned over and ran his tongue over the front of her neck, playfully biting
her. He had the sharpest of teeth, but she liked the sensation. It paired
beautifully with the vibrations that were stirring in her pussy.
    She
picked up intensity, but didn’t really need to because he seemed to be moving
his cock inside her at lightning fast speed. He wasn’t moving his body, so how
could his dick be doing that? She didn’t care because whatever he was doing,
and however he was managing it, it was bringing her closer and closer to bliss.
    She
threw her head back, letting her chin rise in the air as he ran his fingers
down her belly. It was almost too much. And when she didn’t think it could get
any better, his cock hit the back of her pussy and bingo.
    Emily
cried out just as the wolves howled in the background.
    Hell,
they were no match for her. She’d cried out the loudest.
    Before
she knew what was happening, Trent stood with her in his arms. He carried her
toward the hallway and then along to his room where he placed her on the quilt
on his bed, pushed her legs apart, and drove into her again.
    He
hadn’t drawn the drapes but that didn’t matter because no one could see them. Well,
unless the peeping tom of a bear came calling again. Emily wrapped her legs
around Trent, crossed them at the ankles, and let them rest on his very nice
butt.
    The
moon’s reflection shone through the window as he picked up intensity, on each
thrust he almost slid all the way out of her and then back in with more force.
Best damn lover she’d ever had.
    Running
her fingers up his back, Emily’s climax this time around took her by complete
surprise. She was pretty sure she howled exactly like the wolves had the night
before. Trent’s groan came from deep within his throat and then she felt a warm
gush inside her. He rubbed his nose on hers and stayed inside her as they held
one another.
    “Um,
that was good,” he said.
    “Very, very good.”
    “You
mind if we get under the blankets and snuggle for a bit because my butt’s
getting cold.”
    He
slid out of her and they both got under the quilt. A man who
didn’t mind snuggling