body with fever speed.
They drove into her like two unwavering pistons. Hot, sultry, powerful. There was no use in trying to keep the orgasm from coming any longer. No use in staying in the heady excitement of pre-climax.
She let go.
Sensations snapped through her every fiber, tightening her body to the point where she had never been so tense. Their driving plunges continued. Their hoarse cries mingled with hers, their flesh slapping against her, into her, and the onslaught of emotions and spasms pushed her past her breaking point into the fragmented world of pleasure and pain.
47
Jan Springer
Shudders claimed her senses. Smashed any shred of self-control and Roxie knew she’d probably never be the same again. She rode the crest of searing waves. Rode them hard. And when it was finally over, weariness claimed them. They held her and rocked with her, murmuring wonderful words of encouragement and satisfaction.
She’d trusted them. And for the first time in her life, Roxie truly knew the meaning of the words feeling free.
* * * * *
The song I’ll be Home for Christmas sifted through the toasty interior of Evan’s battered old GM pickup truck. The buttery glow of headlights barely cut through the blinding whirlwind of snowflakes that snapped like little heartbeats against his windshield. Despite his white knuckled grip on the steering wheel and the crunch of newly accumulated foot high snow on the desolate road that would lead him to his farmhouse, he couldn’t stop smiling.
Beside him, Roxie slept. He’d been pleasantly surprised tonight when after Brody left the medical examination room, he’d asked her if she wanted to pick up where they left off back at his farmhouse, and she’d said yes. When they’d bundled up and headed outside to find the snowstorm blowing white all around the parking lot, she’d giggled, stuck out her tongue and caught the snowflakes. He swore he’d fallen in love with her right then and there. Hell, he was lying. He’d already fallen in love with her the minute he’d seen her his first day of work when he’d watched her working on the line, wiping fingerprints off the RV hoods with alcohol before the vehicles entered the paint booth.
He’d seen she was a hard worker. He liked that in a woman. It showed character and determination.
They would be good together. He just knew it.
When he pulled up before his two story farmhouse, he was glad he’d left his Christmas lights on. The twinkling glow of yellow, green, blue and red made the old farmhouse look welcome and bright.
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Let’s Get Physical
“It’s beautiful,” he heard her whisper. There was awe in her voice and that impressed him too. When he’d bought the place, he’d known it would require a lot of work. Had expected he wouldn’t bring her here until he’d fixed it up. But after tonight, he just wanted her with him.
Always.
Roxie stretched and inhaled as naughty little aches zipped through her pussy and backside. Despite the soreness, it felt good. Who knew getting fucked by two men would make her feel so liberated?
Awesome.
And the white clapboard farmhouse in front of her looked breathtaking. A lonely two-story building with a white picket fence. Okay, so maybe because of all the snow plastering the roof and everywhere, the house might be another color but hey, if she got her way, that farmhouse would be white and so would the fence.
And in the background, through the swirling snowflakes she spied a dark ominous building. The barn, she presumed. It would be painted red. Yeah, a red barn.
“What are you smiling at?” Evan asked as he switched off the Christmas music and turned off the truck.
“You,” she whispered. “I’m smiling at you because I feel like I’ve just come home.”
Gosh, where had those words come from?
She expected him to jolt and start up the car and bring her back to the club’s parking lot and for him to tell her she was moving way too fast.
Maybe she was, but it just
They drove into her like two unwavering pistons. Hot, sultry, powerful. There was no use in trying to keep the orgasm from coming any longer. No use in staying in the heady excitement of pre-climax.
She let go.
Sensations snapped through her every fiber, tightening her body to the point where she had never been so tense. Their driving plunges continued. Their hoarse cries mingled with hers, their flesh slapping against her, into her, and the onslaught of emotions and spasms pushed her past her breaking point into the fragmented world of pleasure and pain.
47
Jan Springer
Shudders claimed her senses. Smashed any shred of self-control and Roxie knew she’d probably never be the same again. She rode the crest of searing waves. Rode them hard. And when it was finally over, weariness claimed them. They held her and rocked with her, murmuring wonderful words of encouragement and satisfaction.
She’d trusted them. And for the first time in her life, Roxie truly knew the meaning of the words feeling free.
* * * * *
The song I’ll be Home for Christmas sifted through the toasty interior of Evan’s battered old GM pickup truck. The buttery glow of headlights barely cut through the blinding whirlwind of snowflakes that snapped like little heartbeats against his windshield. Despite his white knuckled grip on the steering wheel and the crunch of newly accumulated foot high snow on the desolate road that would lead him to his farmhouse, he couldn’t stop smiling.
Beside him, Roxie slept. He’d been pleasantly surprised tonight when after Brody left the medical examination room, he’d asked her if she wanted to pick up where they left off back at his farmhouse, and she’d said yes. When they’d bundled up and headed outside to find the snowstorm blowing white all around the parking lot, she’d giggled, stuck out her tongue and caught the snowflakes. He swore he’d fallen in love with her right then and there. Hell, he was lying. He’d already fallen in love with her the minute he’d seen her his first day of work when he’d watched her working on the line, wiping fingerprints off the RV hoods with alcohol before the vehicles entered the paint booth.
He’d seen she was a hard worker. He liked that in a woman. It showed character and determination.
They would be good together. He just knew it.
When he pulled up before his two story farmhouse, he was glad he’d left his Christmas lights on. The twinkling glow of yellow, green, blue and red made the old farmhouse look welcome and bright.
48
Let’s Get Physical
“It’s beautiful,” he heard her whisper. There was awe in her voice and that impressed him too. When he’d bought the place, he’d known it would require a lot of work. Had expected he wouldn’t bring her here until he’d fixed it up. But after tonight, he just wanted her with him.
Always.
Roxie stretched and inhaled as naughty little aches zipped through her pussy and backside. Despite the soreness, it felt good. Who knew getting fucked by two men would make her feel so liberated?
Awesome.
And the white clapboard farmhouse in front of her looked breathtaking. A lonely two-story building with a white picket fence. Okay, so maybe because of all the snow plastering the roof and everywhere, the house might be another color but hey, if she got her way, that farmhouse would be white and so would the fence.
And in the background, through the swirling snowflakes she spied a dark ominous building. The barn, she presumed. It would be painted red. Yeah, a red barn.
“What are you smiling at?” Evan asked as he switched off the Christmas music and turned off the truck.
“You,” she whispered. “I’m smiling at you because I feel like I’ve just come home.”
Gosh, where had those words come from?
She expected him to jolt and start up the car and bring her back to the club’s parking lot and for him to tell her she was moving way too fast.
Maybe she was, but it just
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