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eyes off her
despite her being clueless of my presence. When she hesitated
outside the car, I panicked and the caveman inside me took over.
Then, when I saw the saucy, sexy side of her immerge on the dance
floor, I had to fight my compulsion to take her right then and
there.
    She was strong, yet scared. I could see
the fear, the leeriness in her every move, yet she still pressed
onward, facing it. I wanted to protect her, yet ravage her. No
woman had ever affected me this way. No woman had ever captured me
the way she did. Even now, she was afraid, yet she persevered. I
noticed that she clammed up before looking directly at me and
embracing the moment.
    I whimpered, sending up a silent prayer
as her hot, wet mouth connected with my nipples. Most women ignored
them, but she playfully nipped them before soothing them with the
heat of her tongue and soft touch of her lips; the need to take her
increased by the second. I felt myself pressing into the warmth of
her center. Her thick thighs guarded her jewel; it was as if her
body was challenging me.
    Her small hands pressed against my
chest, urging me to switch positions with her. She was vulnerable
where she was. Her position gave me the power to do whatever I
wanted to her. I never allowed a woman to be on top the first time.
I liked to test the limits of a woman, see how far she was willing
to go. I couldn’t do that from the bottom.
    When I didn’t move, she pressed her
lips together and narrowed her eyes at me. Her hands weaved through
my hair. Giving my strands a tug, she ordered me to switch with
her. I wanted to laugh. She was feisty; sexy as hell. She was going
to be fun.

Chapter 4
    Cruz rolled under me. His hands roamed
my body as his lips pressed to mine. I held myself off of him, not
wanting to crush him.
    I broke away, kissing his jaw, his
neck, his shoulder and down to his chest. I slid down him as
gracefully as I could. I sat back on my knees between his legs as I
ran my hand over the bulge in his shorts. His cock was straining
against the fabric. I applied a bit of pressure as I ran my palm
along his length, eliciting a hiss from him.
    I looked into his dark eyes; they were
focused entirely on me, watching my every move. I dipped my fingers
beneath the waist band of his shorts and boxers and slid them off
at the same time. His cargos were heavier than they appeared to be,
so in lieu of tossing them aside, I dropped them off the side of
the bed; their clank reverberated off the tile floor. Then I turned
to focus on his erection that was standing proud, waiting for
me.
    I gripped his member, leaned in and
licked the glistening pearl of moisture off his slit. His muscles
clenched beneath me. He was fighting for control already. As I sat
back, I moved my hand up and down him gently, teasing him. He knew
what I was doing; his full lips somehow formed a thin line as he
watched me, but he didn’t say anything or try to stop
me.
    I gave him a small smile before I
settled on my stomach at his center. I snaked my tongue out over
his sac; a murmur of Spanish echoed above me. I chuckled lightly as
I glided my tongue back and forth horizontally along his base below
my grip. Breaking away, I sucked the tip of his head into my mouth
hard until it nearly turned purple. I ensured my lips didn’t go
past his mushroom as I swirled my tongue in a lazy
circle.
    Seeing his hands form tight fists at
his side, I knew I needed something that would shock the hell out
of him. I flicked my tongue along the top of his cock; his groan
encouraging me to continue. I kissed his tip as I pulled back, my
hands sliding along his muscled thighs. I locked eyes with him,
watching, waiting. I was waiting for the moment when he relaxed,
when he let his guard down. His dick twitched, and slowly, his body
loosened. The second he put his hands behind his head, I sucked his
entire length into my mouth and down the back of my throat in one
stride.
    CRUZ
    “Jesus
Cristo !” The Lord’s name was a mangled