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tongues seeking and brushing. He was huge between her thighs and she used every bit of mobility she
had to grind into him, while kissing him past the point where she needed to draw breath. Pulling away
to suck in oxygen didn t seem worth it.
Matt released her mouth, but stayed close as they drew breath. Did that feel nice? You like the
way I kiss your sexy mouth?
Yes.
The sting of my hand wouldn t feel nice. Not the way you want.
How do you know what I want? He didn t answer, just took another long pull off her mouth. He
shook his head as he did it, as though he was battling some inner demon she couldn t see. Where do
you want to& make it sting, Matt?
Conflicted eyes shot to hers, causing her heartbeat to falter. His jaw clenched but he said nothing.
She took his hand from her chin and kissed his knuckles. In the absence of the light pressure, she
realized she d liked it. Show me where.
With a tortured growl, both hands cupped her bottom and jerked her against him. At the same time,
he bit down on her shoulder, just beside the strap of her tank top. Please, don t let me do it, baby.
Her mind raced, along with her overloaded senses. She couldn t think of anything but the truth.
Saying things like that only makes me want it more.
Fuck. Fuck. Her words had pushed him past his breaking point. In a blur of motion, he dropped
her legs from around his waist and spun her toward the door. Palms flat on the door. Don t move
unless you ve been instructed. Is that understood?
She nodded, unable to force words out of her constricted throat. Her pulse raced like crazy,
excitement blooming in every erogenous zone of her body. It occurred to her that someone with a little
more common sense might be scared of this particular unknown. Being struck, willingly, by a man
she d just met. Not Lucy. She raced toward the experience with open arms, the thrill seeker she d
buried two years ago doing cartwheels in her belly. Bring it.
A gasp slipped past her lips when he fell to his knees and tore the jean shorts down her legs. His
shaking hands and labored breathing added a new layer to the thrill. This darkly passionate man
wanted her so badly he shook. She wanted to ease the ache she knew he felt. Felt the answering ache
inside herself. His pleasure was equally important as her own.
While we were driving, your ass kept squirming around in the seat. Never fucking stopped. Not
for a minute. She cried out when his teeth scraped over her flesh. Someone needs to hold you still.
Someone needs to give you a reason to move that ass around.
One of Matt s fingers slipped under the material of her thong and traced the valley of her bottom
before cupping her sex from behind. A whimper broke from her throat as she pictured him crouched
down with his hand between her legs, eye level with her bottom. The image, combined with his touch,
made a rush of liquid gather under his massaging hand.
He pressed the heel of his hand tight against her core. That good-girl body gets wet nice and fast,
doesn t it? Maybe you re not such a good girl, after all. Through her panties, he pushed his thumb
against her clit and twisted it in a circle. She laid her forehead against the door, clutching the cool
surface for support. I know the best way to find out.
Do it, she pleaded.
He swatted the underside of her bottom, making her cry out, eyes flying open to stare at the door but
seeing nothing. Exhilaration raced across her skin, concentrated on the spot his palm had connected
with her flesh. The sting had dissipated too quickly and she wanted it back. Bracing herself against
the door, she tilted her backside in a silent request for more. Matt was suddenly standing behind her,
flush against her back. His stubbled jaw scraped over the hypersensitive skin of her neck, big hand
petting her bottom like a precious object.
Jesus. You re begging me for it, aren t you? he rasped at her ear, wrapping her hair around his
fist and tugging her head back. Beg harder.
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tongues seeking and brushing. He was huge between her thighs and she used every bit of mobility she
had to grind into him, while kissing him past the point where she needed to draw breath. Pulling away
to suck in oxygen didn t seem worth it.
Matt released her mouth, but stayed close as they drew breath. Did that feel nice? You like the
way I kiss your sexy mouth?
Yes.
The sting of my hand wouldn t feel nice. Not the way you want.
How do you know what I want? He didn t answer, just took another long pull off her mouth. He
shook his head as he did it, as though he was battling some inner demon she couldn t see. Where do
you want to& make it sting, Matt?
Conflicted eyes shot to hers, causing her heartbeat to falter. His jaw clenched but he said nothing.
She took his hand from her chin and kissed his knuckles. In the absence of the light pressure, she
realized she d liked it. Show me where.
With a tortured growl, both hands cupped her bottom and jerked her against him. At the same time,
he bit down on her shoulder, just beside the strap of her tank top. Please, don t let me do it, baby.
Her mind raced, along with her overloaded senses. She couldn t think of anything but the truth.
Saying things like that only makes me want it more.
Fuck. Fuck. Her words had pushed him past his breaking point. In a blur of motion, he dropped
her legs from around his waist and spun her toward the door. Palms flat on the door. Don t move
unless you ve been instructed. Is that understood?
She nodded, unable to force words out of her constricted throat. Her pulse raced like crazy,
excitement blooming in every erogenous zone of her body. It occurred to her that someone with a little
more common sense might be scared of this particular unknown. Being struck, willingly, by a man
she d just met. Not Lucy. She raced toward the experience with open arms, the thrill seeker she d
buried two years ago doing cartwheels in her belly. Bring it.
A gasp slipped past her lips when he fell to his knees and tore the jean shorts down her legs. His
shaking hands and labored breathing added a new layer to the thrill. This darkly passionate man
wanted her so badly he shook. She wanted to ease the ache she knew he felt. Felt the answering ache
inside herself. His pleasure was equally important as her own.
While we were driving, your ass kept squirming around in the seat. Never fucking stopped. Not
for a minute. She cried out when his teeth scraped over her flesh. Someone needs to hold you still.
Someone needs to give you a reason to move that ass around.
One of Matt s fingers slipped under the material of her thong and traced the valley of her bottom
before cupping her sex from behind. A whimper broke from her throat as she pictured him crouched
down with his hand between her legs, eye level with her bottom. The image, combined with his touch,
made a rush of liquid gather under his massaging hand.
He pressed the heel of his hand tight against her core. That good-girl body gets wet nice and fast,
doesn t it? Maybe you re not such a good girl, after all. Through her panties, he pushed his thumb
against her clit and twisted it in a circle. She laid her forehead against the door, clutching the cool
surface for support. I know the best way to find out.
Do it, she pleaded.
He swatted the underside of her bottom, making her cry out, eyes flying open to stare at the door but
seeing nothing. Exhilaration raced across her skin, concentrated on the spot his palm had connected
with her flesh. The sting had dissipated too quickly and she wanted it back. Bracing herself against
the door, she tilted her backside in a silent request for more. Matt was suddenly standing behind her,
flush against her back. His stubbled jaw scraped over the hypersensitive skin of her neck, big hand
petting her bottom like a precious object.
Jesus. You re begging me for it, aren t you? he rasped at her ear, wrapping her hair around his
fist and tugging her head back. Beg harder.
More, Matt. Please. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]