Singed by Desiree Holt, Allie Standifer

are mine, Kendra. All mine.”
    He lifted her legs and bent them back, giving him full access to her well lubricated pussy. His eyes flared with desire before he took his cock in one hand and guided it to her entrance. The head nudged her opening, pressing against the sensitive skin. More.
    Harder. Then, with a roll of his hips, he thrust into her completely, the head of his dick bumping up against the mouth of her womb.
    He braced his hands on either side of her head, his eyes locked on hers. And in them she saw everything she ever wanted in life.
    “Mine,” he whispered. “All mine. I love you, Kendra, woman of my dreams.”
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    “I love you, too,” she murmured, winding her legs around him and locking her heels at the base of his spine.
    He held her gaze as he set up a tempo for their sensuous movements. His hips moved, slowly at first, then faster and faster, in and out. With each hard drive of his body the coil of need that was so tight inside her began to unwind. Pleasure rocketed through her body and the tight muscles of her cunt clamped down on his wonderful cock.
    River moved one hand between them, found her clit and massaged it in rhythm with his strokes in and out of her body. Faster. Faster.
    His body tensed and he held himself still for just a moment, watching her, reading her, his chest heaving. He pulled back until his cock was almost completely out, then with a whoosh of breath drove back into her and rode her up the slope of the roller coaster until they crested and crashed together. Time spun out as shudders gripped her body. River pulsed inside her, heavy spurts of his hot cum jetting into the latex, the walls of her cunt convulsing around him, milking every last drop from him.
    The only sound in the room was the rasping of their labored breathing, although her heart was thudding so hard Kendra was sure it was booming into the still air.
    River let out a long breath and slumped forward, careful not to let the full weight of his body fall onto her. He kissed her eyes, her cheeks, her lips, the hollow of her throat.
    She rubbed her hands over the warm skin of his arms and shoulders and back, loving the feel of him.
    Finally he looked into her eyes again and smiled.
    “Mine,” he told her.
    She smiled back and nodded. “Yours. Forever.”
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    About the Authors
     
    Desiree Holt: I always wonder what readers really want to know when I write one
    of these things. Getting to this point in my career has been an interesting journey. I’ve managed rock and roll bands and organized concerts. Been the only female on the sports staff of a university newspaper. Immersed myself in Nashville peddling a country singer. Lived in five different states. Married two very interesting but totally different men.
    I think I must have lived in Texas in another life, because the minute I set foot on Texas soil I knew I was home. Living in Texas Hill Country gives me inspiration for more stories than I’ll probably ever be able to tell, what with all the sexy cowboys who surround me and the gorgeous scenery that provides a great setting.
    Each day is a new adventure for me, as my characters come to life on the pages of my current work in progress. I’m absolutely compulsive about it when I’m writing and thank all the gods and goddesses that I have such a terrific husband who encourages my writing and puts up with my obsession. As a multi-published author, I love to hear from my readers. Their input keeps my mind fresh and always hunting for new ideas.
     
    Allie Standifer has lived in various places around the world. The gift of travel enables her to create the rhythm and feel of far-off places and feed an overactive imagination. Her life has been one of constant adventure, including growing up in Saudi Arabia, where her brother tried to sell her to Bedouins (for what amounts to less than $1.50). It’s been nonstop; she loves every minute of it.
    Ideas, plots, characters and conversations keep her company