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glistened there. Just one taste—one swirling sample of his thick shaft—sparked an addiction that had her stroking him with her lips and tongue and him moaning, objecting,
    “No more, Jess. I’m not good at control where you’re concerned. Honey? Jess?”
    She floated down to the mattress, her delight that she could please him, melted her into a puddle of longing. She positioned the condom over his beautiful blunt head. “That’s awfully pretty to hide.”
    He growled. “Hurry up, baby, so you can tell me how pretty it feels.”
    She slipped it on, her tongue coming out between her teeth, not certain she still had the skill to put one on. She had done it so very rarely in her married life. Not since the fourth year she and Clint had been husband and wife and they’d learned Clint could never father a child. But she rolled it on in three strokes, the aroma of watermelon tickling her nose and her funny bone. “I’ve never been in bed with a watermelon.”
    He hooted. “Hell. How about a zucchini?” He sank his fingers into her ass cheeks.
    “Got one?” She wiggled, feeling his balls against her soaking wet kitty.
    He lifted her legs up around his shoulders, kissed her ankle and nestled the hood of his cock at her entrance. “A huge one for you, honey,” he ground out and sank down into her cunt in one luxurious drive.
    Her mouth fell open.
    His eyes squeezed shut.
    “Oh, oh, ohhhh.” She lolled her head on the mattress. “I think I’m throwing over ranching for farming.”
    “Yeah?” He began to thrust inside her, rocking her on the bed in a soft rhythmic sway.
    “How about I come plough your fields?”
    She hummed, ran a hand up through her hair, luxuriant as a cat, and curved up a shoulder. “Lovely offer. But I’d need you more than in spring and fall.”
    He pushed into her on that note. “I’d be at your command.”
    “Really?” She stroked his hipbone, running her fingers down through the dark short curls above his cock. “How often could you come?”
    He blew out a gust of air. Then he rammed her once, twice, three times. “As often as you need me.”
    “I do need you!” she whispered in a rasp that couldn’t be her own. She strained up to get him closer, nearer, dearer to her. “I need you, Trey,” she told him again, now with tears in her eyes and in her words, his nearness so vital to her. He dropped into her over and over again. Her hands grabbed for some part of him to hold onto as he focused on her face and fucked her hard and long until she pierced the air with her cries and he shouted out a hoarse declaration that she belonged to him.
    Some time later, he rose up and left her. In a fuzzy part of her consciousness, she heard him run water, flush the toilet and come back to her. He rolled her over to one side so that he could embrace her from behind and sank his fingers into her juicy cunt. With strokes that awakened her to renewed needs, she wiggled her ass back into his groin and moaned her approval of his pursuits.
    “You make me so hungry for you, Trey.” She turned her face to invite his kiss.
    He gave her a tender one and pulled back to whisper, “If I can make you want me every minute of every day, don’t doubt I’ll try, Jess.” He rubbed his nose along her shoulder and bit her flesh. “I’ll work so hard to make you come for me with a touch or a look, you’ll do it across a crowded room.”
    She undulated beneath his hand, purring like a cat. “Yum. I want that.”
    He burrowed further into her folds to find her clitoris and massage it with two fingers.
    “You’ll know that in my mind I’m stroking your pretty pussy and nipping your clit.”
    She bucked, the very idea a stimulation that had her whimpering for completion.
    “Make love to me again, Trey.”
    He rolled her to her tummy and before she could think what was happening, he had her up on her knees, her ass in the air, and his fingers spreading her folds wide from behind.
    “Oh, Jess,” he