Fated by Allyson Young Page B

his hips, the clasp and glide of her channel sorely testing his
resolve. Somehow their hands found one another and clasped, intertwined, and he held them down beside her head. From the look in her eyes,
Candace responded to the implied restraint, as even greater desire clouded the
amazing blue to the dark of the early night sky. More urgently, feeling her wrap her legs around his waist, feet pressing against his
buttocks, he changed the angle of penetration, searching out a sweet spot, and
she whimpered. Grinding against him, hips somehow swiveling beneath his weight,
her pussy fluttered in release, then clamped down to nearly strangle the cum
from his cock. Taken by surprise, he poured his essence into her, and the
roaring in his ears vied with the groan of completion bursting from his throat.
    Collapsing, he tried to arch his
back and save her from all his weight, but she held him tightly with her strong
legs, residual tiny clenches deep inside of her caressing his cock. Releasing
her hands, he slipped free on a rush of their combined fluids and lay beside
her, tucking her against his side.
    “Okay?”
    “ Mmmm . Nothing coherent to share.”
    With a laugh he hadn’t dreamed to
ever share with her again, he nuzzled her temple, and she sighed with
contentment, snuggling in closer. “Still love you, Candace. Never
stopped.”
    She didn’t tense or shy away. Peering
up at him, she smiled sweetly. “I’ve always loved you, Reece Murdoch. And no one else. Although I’m thinking you’ve improved some
on your technique.”
    Loving that she could tease him,
Reece patted her ass in mock warning. “Told you we’d share
later.”
    “’Kay.”
    As they lay in the quiet of the old
house settling around them, he refused to think of anything but the present.
Candace shifted and pushed away a little.
    “Bathroom.”
    He let her go, absorbed by the
vision of femininity slipping across the bed to patter toward the bathroom.
He’d only scratched the surface of her physical appeal, and the emotional side
of her guaranteed a non boring life. He couldn’t wait. His cock agreed, filling
and hardening against his abdomen.
    ****
    Candy cleaned up and checked her
look in the mirror, totally satisfied with her reflection. She looked well
fucked, but also, well loved. There was a definite difference, and she’d never
thought to see it again. Their trysts of old had been sweet and wonderful, but
now that both were grown there was so much more between them. Their bodies
worked well together, and she was going to work harder than she’d ever worked
to develop a full relationship with Reece. He was committed, too. She believed
it.
    As she sauntered back into the
bedroom, the way he lay , stretched out full length,
long, hard cock reaching to her, caused yet another rush of moisture between
her legs. Two orgasms already and she craved more. More of
Reece.
    Never taking his eyes from hers, he
swung his long legs over and sat on the side of the bed, muscled arms swinging
back to rest his weight on his hands. She advanced, impossibly drawn.
    “On your knees,
Candace.”
    Wow. A re-enactment of earlier when he’d pushed her too soon, her daddy’s behavior
between them and not resolved. Reece’s demand had spoken to her then—in a thigh
tightening, belly clenching kind of way—but she felt quite different now. A
blaze of desire flowed over her body, cumulating in her sex and making her
breasts heavy, the nipples puckering. She dropped onto the little rug by the
bed and rested demurely on her heels, fully aware of the picture she was
presenting him.
    Rewarded by the way his cock beaded
pre-cum, the wide head glistening in the muted light, she allowed herself an
innocent smile. “Like this?”
    “Exactly like that, little miss,”
he growled, and her arousal spiked higher with her feminine power.
    Leaning forward, his big hands fit
around her skull, fingers working through the strands of hair, with both thumbs
resting on her cheekbones.