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lips. He felt the quiver of anticipation cruise through her body, tasted the heat of excitement as his tongue tangled with hers. He wanted to stroke her to a fever pitch, send her over the edge of madness with wild pleasure.
    “Oh God,” she breathed out, her hands clamped on to his shoulders, and tugged him down on top of her. “Fuck me.”
    It was all Reilly could do to keep from driving into her fast and hard. His cock thickened as he began a slow, gentle glide in and out of her. She was so damn tight, he knew he’d hurt her if he wasn’t careful. Lucy moaned his name, and it drove his desire higher. She was a luscious mix of sweet temptation and inexperience. Such a powerful combination. Her pussy milked his cock, nearly driving out all rational thought. She looked like an enchanting goddess, with her dark hair fanning out around her body. Her exotic looks lured him in like a bee to honey. Hell, even the bartender at the restaurant had eyes only for Lucy. One smile from her and Lee had been putty in her hands.
    Reilly braced himself on his elbows with his knees on either side of her body, surrounding her soft curves, and pushed deeper. Lucy’s legs came around him again, and she pulled him even deeper into her tight heat.
    “Damn, sweetheart,” Reilly groaned. “I’m not going to last if you don’t let up.”
    Without another word, Reilly plunged into her with a quick kind of force that had them both gasping for air. He stayed still inside of her for a moment, enjoying the satiny clutch of her, the heat that warmed him deep down. Slowly, he pumped at her tight pussy, his movements growing faster as need swept through him, making him ache to somehow bind her to him. To somehow mark her.
    Lucy came back at him with her own brand of passion, scoring his back with her fingernails. He reached a hand between their bodies and touched off the beginning of a third orgasm for her. She screamed and settled her smooth, supple thighs higher around his waist, squeezing him and sending him over that same high cliff this time. Reilly drove into her one last time and exploded, filling the condom as Lucy’s body contracted, wringing him dry.
    As their breathing slowed and their hearts quieted, he felt Lucy start to squirm, attempting to move him away. She wanted distance—physically or emotionally? Reilly wasn’t about to let her pull away. Not now that he’d had a taste of her.
    “Stay with me this weekend,” he said on impulse. “The whole weekend. I want atleast that long with you.” He lifted to a sitting position, then stood and helped her to her feet.
     
    Lucy wobbled a little before catching herself against his wide, powerful chest. She couldn’t move, merely stood there, looking around the kitchen at the mess they’d created.
    Their clothes were strewn everywhere. Her dress was a wrinkled mess, maybe even beyond repair. Not that she cared. Making love to Reilly had been too damn fantastic to care about a single article of clothing. “The weekend?” she asked as his words finally broke through her orgasm-clouded brain. “Are you serious?”
    “Very,” he said. Then he looked down and cursed. “Ah, hell.”
    “What is it?” She followed his line of sight and froze. The bulbous head of his hard cock poked through the end of the condom. “It broke? The rubber actually broke?”
    Reilly scratched his head. “Apparently.”
    Lucy’s heart beat out a frantic rhythm as the consequences became crystal clear. “How is that even possible?”
    “Beats me. This is a first.” He looked up at her, his face a little pale, and said, “Tell me you’re on the pill.”
    “Yes,” she mumbled, still staring at the ruined condom. “The pill.” She breathed a sigh of relief. “We should be okay.” Something nagged at the back of her mind, but she couldn’t think straight. Her eyes were glued to the gorgeous sight of Reilly’s cock. Good Lord, no wonder the condom broke. The man was extremely well endowed. And