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endeared him to her. Using a firm grip, she stroked, marvelling at
his length and width. God, she couldn’t wait to get that inside
her. If it would all fit.
    He groaned, a
muffled expletive leaving his lips so crude that in any other
circumstances she might have blushed. Now she took it as an
indicator of how close he was to losing control.
    And she was
right. After a couple of strokes, he grabbed her wrist, stilling
her hand. “You need to stop, love. Unless you want a real short,
fast fuck.”
    Letting go, she
lay back, parting her legs further as he moved to settle himself
between them. The head of his sheath-covered cock pressed against
the entrance to her cunt, and he started to thrust. She sucked a
quick breath in as the broad tip breeched her entrance, forcing her
pussy wide to accept him.
    God, he was
big. She felt every inch of his invading shaft pressing against her
inner walls as he pushed into her, every so often pulling back to
bear down again. Working his way into her in short, sea-saw
movements until he was seated to the hilt.
    He stopped,
gathering her into his arms as her pussy throbbed and fluttered
around him. She closed her eyes, wallowing in the sensation and a
sudden pang hit her. It felt so right. She never wanted to let him
go. But that was stupid, there was no way he’d want her for more
than a night.
    He kissed her
temple, murmuring low words she couldn’t make out over the roaring
of her blood in her ears. She’d never felt so filled, so stretched
before. It was almost verging on uncomfortable. But almost as soon
as the sensation registered, it eased off, leaving her with the
need to move.
    “Shh, hold on.
Just give me a moment.” He grabbed her hips when she started to
move, holding her still. “You’re so damn tight.”
    Biting her lip,
she tried to do as she was told but her body had a mind of its own.
Little rocks of her hips against his had them both gasping. With a
curse, he let go of her hips and pulled his own back. The sensation
as he pulled out almost all the way set a new bar in exquisite.
Then he thrust back in, a quick fast slide until their hips met
again, and she lost the ability to think.
    “Oh God, yes.
More,” she begged, wrapping her legs around his hips. He grunted,
bracing his hands either side of her head, and gave her what she
wanted. What she needed.
    Bending every
inch of his big, powerful body to pleasure, he moved over her.
Short, hard thrusts followed by slow slides that drove her out of
her mind. Their breathing grew ragged, the slide and slap of skin
on skin, the sounds of sex, filled the room. Moans escaped her
throat to combine with his deeper groans in a primal harmony as
they strained against each other. Each motion feeding the fire that
grew between them until a roll of his hips brought her to the edge
again.
    She gasped,
body tense. “Oh… I…”
    “I’m here.” He
wrapped his arms around her, rolling on the bed until she was
astride him. The sudden movement made her gasp, the change in
position causing all new and interesting sensations as his cock
stroked in her tight pussy.
    “I want to
watch your face as you come,” he growled, hands on her hips to lift
her up, and drive her down over his cock, impaling her on the thick
length.
    She cried out,
his name on her lips as her pussy clenched tight around him,
milking his cock in rhythmic waves. He growled, lips pulled back
from his teeth and all the cords in his neck and shoulder standing
in high relief. His fingers bit into her hips as he slammed up into
her—a few short, hard thrusts before he snarled her name and went
rigid, his cock jerking and pulsing in her depths as he found his
own release.

Chapter Four
     
    Last night had
been the best sex of his life. Ever.
    Thanks to his
training schedule, Tom was used to waking early, and this morning
was no exception. Warm and comfortable, he wrapped his arm around
Fern’s waist, her curvy body curled against his.
    Poor girl, he’d
kept her