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expression cleared and he shrugged a slight lift of his shoulders.
    “I’m sterile, and clean.” He was serious. Really? Didn’t all men use that line? Or did he think she had stupid written across her forehead. He placed his finger under her chin lifting her head to meet his. “I promise, I don’t do this normally, but I just had to have you.”
    Sterile? Her heart melted.
    This beautiful man could never make beautiful babies? Her heart broke for him, and something inside of her knew what he said was true . She didn’t know him, but for him not to have babies, and he was young. A shame, because she would have given him a damn basketball team if he’d asked her.
    “I’m clean too. I never do this sort of thing. I’m usually the shy awkward type.”
    He was halfway inside her, and she felt the thick st alk of his cock jump again. Gotta love his stamina. He was still holding back, but why? She ’d pretty much g iven him the all clear, full cock ahead.
    “I’m glad that’s settled, because I’m having a hard time not moving. Hell, I can’t get enough of you . I want more . A lot more.”
    The atmosphere around them grew tense. As if they were never interrupted, he pushed forward, lodging his cock to the center of her core and set a bone-crushing pace. Deep thrusts alternated with blunt short jabs, digging her into the wall. The moss soaked up the sweat from her back and his chest hairs soaked up the sweat from her front. She was slipping and sliding along his body and couldn’t seem to get purchase until one hand tethered her to him in a bruising grip. She was still right there.
    “Give me what I want.” He growled as he nipped her on the ear.
    “Anything,” her voice, strange to her own ears, sounded dry and irregular. When he pulled his cock from her grasp , she protested long en ough for him to slam back in. It was rough, and the feeling of overflowing from the fullness took her to the edge. She’d wear the bruises her body sustained with pride.
    Jes pulled herself closer. She dropped her head to his shoulder and held on to the ride of her life. He’d officially ruined her for any sexual affair she’d have in the future. She wasn’t a sexual woman, and she blamed that aspect of her character on her upbringing. She was taught to hold her emotions in check, not let anyone see what she was thinking. And as a child, her parents didn’t hold her when she cried or longed for companionship. Her mother told her on many occasions, longing was a false sense of hope. The only one she was meant to depend on was herself.
    Right at this moment, she mentally arched a brow at her mother’s incorrect notions. Every woman should experience what he was doing to her body , at least once in their life. Have an uninhibited appetite for sex, life, hell , long for all things for that matter. She tightened her hold on his shoulders and nipped the side of his neck. This was her moment and she wasn’t going to waste it with thoughts of her mo ther.
                  He pulled his cock out from her snug entrance and began gently gliding the tip of his head over her clit, flicking her nub on each movement, up and down in slow torturous glides. Her body bucked wildly and she wiggled trying to get closer. The speed of the friction picked up and he franticly rubbed her over and over until her body began to s eize with bliss. Her throat cho ked on a cry as he thrust back into her wet depths. Gritting her teeth, she pushed down into his thrusts, feeding her walls with his length as she readied for release. Strings of cyclopean desire tighten and stretched as her orgasm crashed over her body. She flew up and then plunged down into her pleasure. It pulled her stomach tight and quickly released her into a free fall. Screaming, she detonated with such fierce force the canopy of trees became alive, as birds were rousted from their sleep and monkeys scurried along the tree limbs. His cock set off small mini explosions that