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“Good?” I asked, kneading her breasts, one in each hand.

Her eyes sparkled between slow blinks. “Amazing.”

“I can do better.” Kneeling before her, I took her breast in my mouth and flickered my tongue over her nipple. All the while, I kept strumming her other nipple. Closing my lips over her bud, I pulled on it, savoring the sensation of it stretching in my mouth.

“You’re teasing me,” she murmured, her body stiff in expectation.

“Yeah, I am.” I released her captive nipple, then turned the moist flesh between my fingers. It was a distraction and it worked. She gasped when I settled my mouth on the porcelain skin on the side of her breast and sucked, hard.

“Fuck!” she cried out, and I let go.

“Good?” I watched the flush of her arousal ignite her face and chest.

“Mmm.” She rubbed her hands over my head, raking her nails over my skull, pressing my face to her belly, where I left atrail of kisses as I moved down her body on my way to my next destination.

With a quick pick up, I settled her back on the desk. Pushing her knees apart, I pulled her forward until I faced her gorgeous pussy.

“Oh, God,” she almost screamed when I captured her engorged little pearl between my lips. Without giving her respite, I pulled and eased until she begged to come. I released her clit and kissed a trail over her inner thigh.

“Third’s the charm,” I murmured. As I’d done before, I left my mark there, a red blotch in the shape of my lips that would last at least a couple of days. By then she was heaving so hard I knew I had to give her relief. “How do you want it?”

She slid down from the desk, turned around, and braced her elbows on the fine wood surface. Pushing her mane over one shoulder, she tossed me a naughty glance, before she planted her feet apart and showed me what I craved most.

My dick turned to titanium. My need bulldozed over my patience. I wrapped my hands around her waist, and, holding her in place, slid my aching sex into her depths.

Dear gods. What a relief it was to be inside of her. It was also supreme torture. Her walls gripped me with vital strength. Her undulating hips urged me to speed up. I thrust inside of her—deep, shallow, deep, shallow. I wanted to make it last, but her moans eroded my resolve and every one of my strokes strained my control to the max.

I traced her spine with my hand, ran my fingers through her hair, and settled my palm over the back of her neck, holding her in place.

“Do you feel me, Thena?” I asked, pumping in and out of her.

“I feel you,” she rasped, bracing her feet further apart. “I feel you, Dash.”

She pressed her forehead to the surface, lifted to the tip of her toes, and stretching out before me, reached out. Her knuckles went white as she curled her fingers over the desk’s far edge. Her fair skin contrasted with the dark wood. Her body’s delicate curves put to shame the fancy mahogany carvings. Her long spine and her outstretched limbs formed a nearly perfect “X.” The fine halves of her ass shook at the rhythm of my demanding thrusts. She was the most beautiful, erotic sight I’d ever seen.

Slap, slap, slap.

I took her hard, without mercy. I took her the way she liked it, how she needed to be taken. My hands spanned the narrowing lines of her waist as I held her down and rode the pleasure waves building between us. My dick traveled through her, gliding in her wet juices, deepening my reach and our connection with each stroke. Her hair obscured her face, but her body quaked inside and out.

“Dash,” she cried out, squeezing around me as if persuading me to come along for the ride. “Dash!”

She orgasmed around me, but I wasn’t done. I made a supreme effort not to spill in her, knowing that she felt me. Oh, yeah. She felt me as well as I felt her, but she needed more. I wasn’t done just yet.

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Thena

I came as hard as I’d ever come. Every bone, muscle, and cell in my body rattled as my release hit me. Dash’s erection magnified my pleasure, amplifying the waves of ecstasy that grew stronger with each contraction. Pleasure raged through me, uncontrolled and uncontrollable, stealing my breath and thoughts, leaving me empty to feel only bliss.

When at last the orgasm relented, my body draped the wooden surface, limp and satisfied. My legs refused to hold me.Dash picked me up and gently laid me down on my back atop the desk. His face blurred before my eyes, but his smile broke through the haze. I had no concept of the hour or the place, and yet I was keenly aware of my position.

I sprawled with my legs open and my butt perched at the edge of the desk, completely exposed and vulnerable to the man who stood between my thighs. My sensitized private parts were extremely aware of the presence of his hard length gently rubbing between my drenched folds. I couldn’t remember my name, but I knew I loved this man and trusted him with my life and body.

“Thena?” He cupped my face and turned it until our eyes locked.

“Yes?” I whispered.

“We’re not done.” He planted a slow, long kiss on my lips. “My body has some things it wants to say to you.”

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