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stop.”

He licked a slow, long stroke through the shallow valley of her cunt, his

appreciation voiced in a low, long rumbling moan. His fingers parted her, his lips

covered her clit with a heated suction that had her hips jerking sharply, arching to his

mouth. Her knees bent, her thighs clenching around his head as he sucked and licked at

the little pearl of nerves that throbbed almost painfully.

“So good,” he growled, licking at her. “Delicious, Tess. But I need more, baby.

Come for me. Come for me so I can love you the way I need to.”

A finger, thick and long slid deep into her vagina, his mouth covered her clit, his

tongue flickering in a wicked dance of pleasure as his finger filled her, retreated, then

thrust inside her again. Tess bucked against him, her legs tightening around his head,

her body heaving. Fire struck her loins, swelled her clit further, clenched her womb.

The blood rushed through her body, carrying ecstasy, rapture, until she felt every

particle of her being erupt against his mouth.

She was still crying, arching when he jerked her thighs apart and moved between

them quickly.

“I love you, Tess,” he whispered as he lowered himself against her, his cock, sliding

against the lips of her sex, nudging inside them, then parting the tight muscles of her

vagina.

“I love you,” she whispered in return as the head of his cock parted her, slid in inch

by inch, easing past the sensitive tissue, allowing her to feel every hard, hot, throbbing

inch he was giving her. “Oh God, Cole, you’ll kill me.”

It was too much. He was too slow. The exquisite stretching, the slow stroke across

nerve endings so sensitive, so desperate for relief, was taking her breath. Her head

tossed on the bed, her hands slid across his sweat-dampened shoulders, then clenched

in the silk of his hair.

“I’m loving you,” he groaned. “Enjoy it, baby, it may not happen like this again for

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Torturous pleasure raged through her body. She could feel the clench of her vagina

on the thick, hot shaft working gently inside her, the slow stretching, the hot brand of

possession as he slid in to the hilt, then paused.

“Tess, baby,” he whispered as he filled her, burying his face in her neck, his lips

stroking her heatedly as he groaned.

She tightened the muscles of her vagina around his cock, whimpering at the heat,

the searing sensations of near orgasm.

“I love you,” she cried out again, holding him close, holding him tight. “I love you

Cole, but I swear to God, if you don’t fuck me right now, I’ll kill you.”

He didn’t need a second urging. Bracing his knees on the mattress, he pulled back

then slammed inside her. Tess screamed out at the rocketing, agonizing pleasure. Her

back bowed, her legs curled around his hips, enclosing him in a vice as she fought to

make him move harder, faster. She didn’t have to urge him much.

With a harsh male cry of victory he began to thrust heatedly, heavily inside the slick

heat of her body. Tess trembled at the onslaught of fiery sensations. Her vagina was

stretched, filled, repeatedly stroked in hard, long thrusts that drove her higher, closer,

strangling the breath in her throat as her release began to tear through her.

Like an orgasmic quake it rushed over her body, tightened her muscles and flung

her from a precipice of agonizing need. Her cry echoed around her, distant, dazed as

Cole gave one more gasping thrust then groaned out his release. She felt the hot, thick

jets of his semen spurting inside her, filling her, completing her until she collapsed,

boneless in his arms.

“Mine,” he growled breathlessly as he fought to breath. “Now that I’ve taken you

Tess, I won’t let you go.”

“Mm,” she smiled tiredly. “Give me a minute and you can take again.”

Cole chuckled tiredly, rolled from her and gathered her against his sweat-

dampened chest.

“Sleep first,” he grunted. “Then I’ll dominate you some more.”

“Or I could dominate you,” she suggested with a smile. “Wake you up tied down.

Torture you a little.”

He gave her a worried look.

“Don’t worry, baby,” she imitated his slow, sexy drawl. “You’ll love it.”

The End

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