Venice Heat by Penelope Rivers Page A

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    “Your mouth,” he murmured between clenched teeth, and he reached out to stroke her cheek. He let her pump him with her hand and work him with her mouth for a long while, but when she ran a thumb over his balls and noted they began to tighten toward his release, he pushed her roughly away.
    Shae sat up to protest, but Eiji was off the bed in a heartbeat. He hauled her into his arms and wrapped her legs around his hips. She scarcely had a chance to draw in a breath before he plunged his dick deep inside her pussy. A hand knotted in her hair behind her head, and an arm like a steel band encircled her waist. Eiji thrust hard and fast and began pounding in and out of her at lightning speed. She screamed, but he drove her head down and claimed her mouth. The invasion with his hot tongue robbed her of speech. He took her with a violence that demanded submission. Her core muscles spasmed, ripples of an orgasm shattering her ability to do anything other than feel. How had she thought she could get the best of him? She couldn’t. Not in a million years.
    He stood on legs set apart, strong and steady. He didn’t waver even a little as he drove his big cock into her wet pussy. She whimpered and held on, digging her nails into his shoulders. He thrust and thrust again, and then he slammed in and held still.
    “ Chikusho! ” He jerked out of her, but held her close to his chest. “I’m sorry.”
    “Don’t be. It was good.” She climbed down from his arms to go to the bathroom to find something to clean them both up. They’d been too eager, and she knew better. She kept condoms in her purse for situations like this. He’d pulled out, but not before he’d come a little. When she returned to the bedroom, she found him pacing, running hands through his hair. His brows slashed low over his eyes, and his set jaw told her he was pissed at himself. In the short time she’d known him, she hadn’t seen him so worked up.
    At her step, he spun around to face her, and she gaped at the stiffness between his legs. The man wanted more after all that. Not that she was complaining. She walked over to the dresser and searched her purse for a condom. He moved behind her and rested hands on her shoulders. For a minute, she thought she saw something odd in his eyes, but his lids lowered over them. He dropped his hands to her breasts and kneaded them, rolling her nipples between a forefinger and a thumb. She moaned, pushing her ass into his thigh. He explored farther, running a palm down her belly and between her legs. A gentle squeeze had her keening for more. Her juices had already begun to flow again.
    “Give it to me,” he commanded, and she handed over the condom.
    Eiji tore into it, and she enjoyed the show of watching him roll the protection down his thick member. She licked her lips, both anticipating being full of him and a little nervous. When he was done, he turned her to face him, the mirror at her back. He raised her with ease and thumped her ass on the dresser. Her pulse raced as the fire he’d exhibited before rose yet again. He thrust her knees up until she hooked her heels on the edge of the dresser.
    “I can have it again. Yes?” His words might have been a question, but they sounded more like a demand, and the force of his dominance sent chills racing each other over her skin.
    “Yes. Please take me, Eiji.”
    Her use of his name seemed to set him off the same way his use of hers did for her. He spread her legs wider and fitted his big body between them. With an expert movement, he parted her pussy lips and drove deep into her channel. She cried out in ecstasy. Again and again, he drove inside, stretching her walls and filling her up. She worked her fingers in his hair and sought out his lips. They kissed, moaning into each other’s mouths. Shae’s nipples ached as they scraped against his bare chest, so stiff with her rising desire. Ripples of pleasure rolled through her body, and she gyrated her hips in time