depths of her pussy.
Oh. God.
Her chest heaved. Her thighs trembled. Her pussy convulsed.
She felt so…full. She lowered her hand to the rippling muscles of her stomach and believed she could feel him there, tucked against the tip of her cervix.
“Mac,” she whispered.
“Dammit, Alise,” he growled, worry and lust darkening his voice. His palms slammed on either side of her head, denting the cushion. He lowered his head, grounding his lips over hers, his tongue diving into the heated cavern of her mouth.
When he pulled away, his harsh breathing bathed her lips. She licked them, capturing his taste. “Sweetheart, did I hurt you? Do you need me to pull out?” As he asked the question, his hips moved, retreating.
“I’ll kill you,” Alise threatened. Realizing the breathless warning carried little power, she raised up to cup his ass, digging her nails in the firm flesh. “If you don’t fuck me, Mac, I won’t be responsible for my actions.”
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He stared down at her, his expression torn between laughter and concern. After a long moment, he shook his head and bending, crushed another kiss to her lips.
“We’re going to have to do something about your shyness.”
“Later,” she demanded, squeezing his ass.
His lashes lowered and he watched her face from a narrow line of blue as he dragged his cock free of her pussy until only the head remained tucked inside her sex.
Both groaned as he surged forward. Alise sank her teeth into her bottom lip. He repeated the slow grind and she rolled her hips upward, meeting his slow strokes. She gasped, arching into the caress as his pelvis rubbed her clit, setting off tiny bursts of pleasure in the swollen button.
“You like that,” Mac breathed.
“Hate it,” she panted. His chuckle warmed her cheek and heart. Releasing her grasp on his ass, she thrust her fingers through his hair, holding his head steady for the burning kiss she pressed to his lips. “Harder, Mac. I won’t break. I want to be ridden hard.”
“Fuck, I want that,” he groaned. Taking Alise at her word, his hips drove forward with such force she gasped into his mouth. He fucked her, plunging into her pussy and claiming it. Crying out, Alise wrapped her legs around his waist, granting him more of her, holding nothing back. “Damn, that’s it, sweetheart. Open that pussy for me. Open for me…”
She did.
His cock reached places inside her sex she didn’t know existed—places created just for him. Oh God, only he could take her to the place where lust and love melded. She stretched for it, grabbed for it…
And found it.
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Later she would be embarrassed at the primal scream she released. But now, as his cock slammed in her pussy giving her the best orgasm she’d ever experienced, she didn’t care.
Above her she faintly heard Mac’s hoarse shout as he followed her over the dark edge of orgasm.
Then she knew nothing.
*
“How long have you been in love with me?”
The warm afterglow vanished, leaving the stinging bite of reality in its wake. Even as he lay stretched over her, still nestled deep in her body, apprehension curdled her stomach. The brazen woman of minutes ago disappeared in the face of baring her heart to the one man that mattered.
Struck mute, Alise returned Mac’s quiet contemplation.
“Don’t lie to me, Alise,” he murmured, stroking the damp strands of hair at her temples. “A woman like you doesn’t give herself to a man unless she loves him.”
“Not true,” she disagreed, hoping to distract him. “I was going to have sex with Vince.”
“Don’t mention his name. Especially here,” Mac growled. “And I’m not convinced you would have gone through with it.” His fingers tangled in her hair, tugging lightly.
“Now answer my question.”
She considered lying—opened her mouth to do it. Instead the truth fell from her lips.
Dammit.
“Since I moved here.”
He studied her, his blue eyes revealing none of