at her
opening, he pushed forward, watching the tip disappear between her swollen
lips. An inch at a time she took it, moaning softly while her moist vaginal
walls hugged his shaft. Fuck. Too tight. Too hot. He wasn’t going to
last long.
His guts and balls knotted. Grabbing her waist, he rotated
his hips, maneuvering his cock head to snuggle against her cervix. Partially he
withdrew then slithered forward again, manipulating the head to graze her
G-spot.
Watching her closely, he knew exactly when he’d nailed it.
She gasped, thrusting against him, crumpling the bedsheet in her fists. As his
dick slid in and out of her with ease, her juices glistened along his full
length. Her moans grew louder, beckoning him to speed up, but instead he
massaged her clitoris.
A strangled cry fell from her throat and her nails dug into
his knees. “Oh shit!”
“Squeeze me.” He clamped his jaw as her cunt walls tugged
him, pulling him deeper inside. A smoldering ache shot to his dick and his
balls tightened, fucking with his ability to postpone coming, but he held on as
long as he could.
Over and over he slammed, intensifying the strength of her
orgasm.
“Brent!”
As she wailed, her entire body shuddering, he plowed deep,
grinding in a circular motion. Sweat cased his brow and his heartbeat drummed
in his chest when a blast of cum shot through his cock and spurted into the
condom. But no way in hell would he let go of her hips. He pushed and pulled,
dragging her over his rod until every last spasm in her body relaxed.
After a few cleansing breaths and a two-minute intake of her
rosy cheeks and starry eyes, he massaged her thighs. “Are you okay?”
A subtle smile accompanied her nod.
Success—and with a smile. There wasn’t much more a man could
ask for.
When her vaginal walls relaxed, he withdrew his penis from
her depths, removed the condom and threw it in the trash. As he lay down beside
her, pulling her into his arms, he snuggled her warm, damp skin against his
chest. She wasn’t as delicate as he’d thought. Hell, her passion burned as
deeply as his. If his little woman agreed to spend time with him during the
next five days, he’d experiment and take her to new heights.
As he rested his chin against the top of her head, listening
to her breathing return to normal, he closed his eyes.
“Brent?” She sighed. “I think I…” Her voice trailed off.
“I’m listening, baby.”
“Love your bossy side.”
She has no idea exactly how bossy I can get.
Chapter Four
Annalee woke hot and sweaty with her back spooned against a
wall of bare, heated skin. The room was dark and silent except for a dim strip
of corridor lighting peeking beneath the entrance door. She glanced at the big,
red 3:43 a.m. on the digital alarm clock.
Brent’s leg lay draped over hers with his arm tucked around
her tummy. She couldn’t move without physically lifting his limbs, but she was
too content and comfortable to even consider it.
It’d been a long time since a man held her, but she’d never
experienced feeling as tiny as she did with Brent. He was massive in more
places than one. Her pussy still ached from his thrusting cock. Or was the ache
a growing need to feel him deep inside her again? Moisture drenched the area
between her legs, but it could’ve been the aftereffect from earlier.
She squeezed her thighs together. A tingly sensation wormed
to her belly. No, it definitely was not the aftereffects. Her lower half felt
as if it’d been submerged in warm water, and a pleasant thump, thump pulsated her clit.
There were so many things she could’ve done to pleasure him,
but he probably wouldn’t have allowed it. How in the hell had that happened?
She’d never been with an aggressive partner, and when he’d told her to squeeze
him, wow, she shattered.
The moment he’d walked into that banquet hall and gazed into
her eyes, she was a goner.
She laid her hand on his thigh and snuggled her butt into
his crotch. She
opening, he pushed forward, watching the tip disappear between her swollen
lips. An inch at a time she took it, moaning softly while her moist vaginal
walls hugged his shaft. Fuck. Too tight. Too hot. He wasn’t going to
last long.
His guts and balls knotted. Grabbing her waist, he rotated
his hips, maneuvering his cock head to snuggle against her cervix. Partially he
withdrew then slithered forward again, manipulating the head to graze her
G-spot.
Watching her closely, he knew exactly when he’d nailed it.
She gasped, thrusting against him, crumpling the bedsheet in her fists. As his
dick slid in and out of her with ease, her juices glistened along his full
length. Her moans grew louder, beckoning him to speed up, but instead he
massaged her clitoris.
A strangled cry fell from her throat and her nails dug into
his knees. “Oh shit!”
“Squeeze me.” He clamped his jaw as her cunt walls tugged
him, pulling him deeper inside. A smoldering ache shot to his dick and his
balls tightened, fucking with his ability to postpone coming, but he held on as
long as he could.
Over and over he slammed, intensifying the strength of her
orgasm.
“Brent!”
As she wailed, her entire body shuddering, he plowed deep,
grinding in a circular motion. Sweat cased his brow and his heartbeat drummed
in his chest when a blast of cum shot through his cock and spurted into the
condom. But no way in hell would he let go of her hips. He pushed and pulled,
dragging her over his rod until every last spasm in her body relaxed.
After a few cleansing breaths and a two-minute intake of her
rosy cheeks and starry eyes, he massaged her thighs. “Are you okay?”
A subtle smile accompanied her nod.
Success—and with a smile. There wasn’t much more a man could
ask for.
When her vaginal walls relaxed, he withdrew his penis from
her depths, removed the condom and threw it in the trash. As he lay down beside
her, pulling her into his arms, he snuggled her warm, damp skin against his
chest. She wasn’t as delicate as he’d thought. Hell, her passion burned as
deeply as his. If his little woman agreed to spend time with him during the
next five days, he’d experiment and take her to new heights.
As he rested his chin against the top of her head, listening
to her breathing return to normal, he closed his eyes.
“Brent?” She sighed. “I think I…” Her voice trailed off.
“I’m listening, baby.”
“Love your bossy side.”
She has no idea exactly how bossy I can get.
Chapter Four
Annalee woke hot and sweaty with her back spooned against a
wall of bare, heated skin. The room was dark and silent except for a dim strip
of corridor lighting peeking beneath the entrance door. She glanced at the big,
red 3:43 a.m. on the digital alarm clock.
Brent’s leg lay draped over hers with his arm tucked around
her tummy. She couldn’t move without physically lifting his limbs, but she was
too content and comfortable to even consider it.
It’d been a long time since a man held her, but she’d never
experienced feeling as tiny as she did with Brent. He was massive in more
places than one. Her pussy still ached from his thrusting cock. Or was the ache
a growing need to feel him deep inside her again? Moisture drenched the area
between her legs, but it could’ve been the aftereffect from earlier.
She squeezed her thighs together. A tingly sensation wormed
to her belly. No, it definitely was not the aftereffects. Her lower half felt
as if it’d been submerged in warm water, and a pleasant thump, thump pulsated her clit.
There were so many things she could’ve done to pleasure him,
but he probably wouldn’t have allowed it. How in the hell had that happened?
She’d never been with an aggressive partner, and when he’d told her to squeeze
him, wow, she shattered.
The moment he’d walked into that banquet hall and gazed into
her eyes, she was a goner.
She laid her hand on his thigh and snuggled her butt into
his crotch. She
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