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there on her hands and knees and bending over her, steamy skin snuggling against her backside, lying over her torso.
    His mouth glided on her shoulder. Teeth bit the corner of her neck. “I wanted this to be the best you ever had.”
    She reached between her legs, stretched a little farther and grasped his shaft, aiming it at her entrance. “We’ll worry about finesse later.”
    His blunt, round head eased forward, found her center and pushed inside.
    A moan sifted between her lips. She raised her head and dropped her back, raising her buttocks and taking more of his cock as he shoved and burrowed his way inside.
    With his cock fully sheathed, her pussy squeezed around him. Her thighs began to shake; her belly cramped with excitement. “Lonny, please,” she whimpered.
    “Damn, woman,” he growled. “You’re fucking wet.” He pulled back his hips, then shoved forward again, sliding his cock inside her. Roughened palms stroked her belly, then cupped her breasts. Fingers circled her nipples and pinched the taut, pebbled tips.
    “Don’t worry about gettin’ me ready,” Charli said, her eyes closing as she drowned in the sensations his hands and fingertips aroused as they scraped over her sensitive skin. His cock crowded her inside, his girth stretching her inner walls. It had been forever since she’d felt this way. “I feel like a virgin,” she whispered, overcome with awe.
    “Baby, you’re tight.” So was his voice.
    She reached again, cupped his balls and squeezed. “I don’t mind rough.”
    “Thank God!” He pulled out, past the nails scraping his balls, all the way until only the tip remained lodged at her entrance.
    Her pussy clenched around it, refusing to let him go.
    His hips swirled and pushed forward, screwing inside, rubbing against her inner walls until he found just the right spot.
    Her breath hissed between her teeth.
    Lonny chuckled tightly and kept to that depth, circling and pumping, exciting her G-spot until her whole body quivered and her arms collapsed beneath her.
    With her face pressed into the crisp, clean sheet, she moaned again and again as his strokes deepened, sharpened, quickened. Her channel was so drenched, the lewd, slippery sounds of his pistoning cock filled the small room.
    Her ass warmed with the pounding; her pussy burned with friction. Deep inside her core, the cramping excitement wound tighter and tighter. She felt desperate, breathless, on the verge. “Jesus, Lonny. Faster!”
    A slap landed on her ass, and she jerked, stunned. He followed it with a flurry of deep, powerful strokes that inched her knees forward. She gripped the sheets, dug in her nails and held on, resisting his motions as he slammed into her.
    Then she blasted past the edge, color bursting like fireworks behind her squeezed-shut eyelids, tension exploding so suddenly she cried out. The wail she gave was broken, agonized…distant. Not her. Not a noise she’d ever made before.
    A shout sounded behind her. Lonny’s hips bucked three more times, and hot semen poured inside her, scalding her channel, coating his cock in more liquid, easing the slower strokes he continued to deliver until he rocked gently against her backside.
    Like him, she didn’t want the motions to end, because as the rocking waned and his weight pushed her down onto the bed where he blanketed her in truth this time with his large, shuddering body, her mind stilled long enough to realize they’d made a mistake.
    She didn’t want to worry. Didn’t want to think. But the oversight grew and grew until she felt every ache, felt the strips of heat on her backside where his fingers had slapped her, the friction warming her vagina. “Get off.”
    He grunted, but eased from inside her. He lay beside her on his back, his reddened, sweaty face turned her way. His gaze studied on her mulish expression.
    “We forgot something,” she muttered.
    His mouth curved into a small smile. “I know.”
    Exasperated by his casual admission, she