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the contrary. It hasn’t gone anywhere near far enough.” He eased her blouse past her shoulders, letting it drape from her arms. Then his gaze fell to her breasts and with what could only be described as awe, he ran his hands over her them, caressing lightly, then cupping them in the warmth of his hands.
    His touch was so gentle and loving.
    He leaned forward and pressed his lips to her breast, then sucked through the thin fabric. To her total shock, she arched against him.
    Trembling with need she leaned back against the cold wall, willing herself to protest. But his touch felt so good.
    His hand glided down her stomach and she tensed as it slipped inside her jeans.
    “No, Zane.”
    But too late. His fingers had already slipped between her legs and found the dampness there. He unfastened her jeans and pushed them down to her knees. Still crouched in front of her, he stared at her skimpy, floral panties. His fingers glided lightly over the fabric which was damp from her excitement.
    He stood up, now sporting a smug, masculine expression.
    He pulled something from his pocket and then she felt metal against her skin near her shoulder, then the bra strap released. She glanced at his hand to see a pocketknife, which he was using to cut the second strap.
    “My bra,” she protested.
    “I’ll buy you another one.”
    His hand glided behind her and he unhooked it. The bra fell open. He pushed it out of the way and it dropped to the ground.
    He stared at her naked breasts, heat blazing in his eyes. Then he swooped down and his mouth found her swollen nub and she gasped at the intensity of feeling herself drawn into his hot, moist mouth.
    He suckled and she arched, wanting more.
    The sound of a zipper, then the feel of his hot shaft falling against her stomach, jarred her from the haze of pleasure. It was thick and hard, and felt like molten iron as it glided over the crotch of her panties, then he pulled aside the fabric.
    “Zane, no, you can’t do this,” she says weakly.
    His determined gaze, melting with need, locked on hers.  The tip of his cock brushed against her naked flesh.
    “Tell me you don’t want this.” The hard flesh brushed against her again.  So thick and solid.
    She ached for it inside her.
    “I don’t… ohhh…” she moaned as he brushed against her again.  “I…”
    He pressed his cheek to her temple, his hot breath rippling across her neck, sending tingles through her.
    “I want you.  I’ve wanted you for a very long time.”  His cockhead swiped over her moist folds again, sending heat fluttering through her.  “And clearly you want me, too.”
    “We can’t,” she protested, desperate to maintain some level of sanity.
    “We can do anything we want.  So if you want me to stop, tell me right now that you don’t want me.”
    He stared and she struggled to find it inside herself. To tell him the lie.
    But she had never been able to lie to him.
    And she had wanted him for such a long time.  She used to lie awake at night, wishing he’d come into her room and take her.  She’d wanted him to take her virginity and show her how to be a woman.  And she’d hated herself for it.  Wondering what was wrong with her.  But now, as she stared into his demanding blue eyes, she couldn’t deny it.
    His lips turned up in a smile and his hard flesh stroked over her soft folds again.  His lips captured hers, pressing her head hard against the stone wall as her insides ignited with flames at the feel of his erection brushing her sensitive flesh.  Then he pressed, pushing his hot, hard cock forward.  Inside her.  Just a little at a time.
    She shook his lips free and sucked in a breath, but he captured her mouth again and drove his tongue deep as his cock pushed further into her.  Stretching her.
    Oh, God, it was so big.  So devastatingly hard and imposing.
    And it felt so good pushing inside her.
    She moaned into his mouth and he released her lips, then watched her as he pushed deeper.