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He turned his head slightly to kiss my hair. Being in his embrace was new, but it didn’t feel like it. Instead, it was like our bodies had been doing this forever and knew exactly how we fit together.

“Nothing for you to be sorry for, Willow. For whatever reason, my father wasn’t in my life. Whether he was alive or dead is irrelevant because, either way, he wasn’t there. With my mom’s track record with men, it likely didn’t last long between them. It is what it is.” He sighed.

“But what if he didn’t know about you?” I asked, something about the situation not sitting right with me.

“Maybe, but I don’t want to talk about him or my mother right now.” Then he backed up slightly as he dropped down, and before I knew what he was doing, he lifted me up and over his shoulder.

“Facet!” I squealed in surprise.

His hand came down on my ass with a resounding crack which made me yelp, but also secretly turned me on. “Quiet, woman,” he rumbled as I bounced and grabbed his shirt and his ass to hold on.

My hair hung over my face, and I tried to lift my head to see through it, but thanks to the movement, it was an impenetrable curtain. When I heard a few people chuckle, I became thankful for the ability to hide.

With the turns he made, I knew exactly where we were heading before the door opened and I was tossed to the bed. I bounced once and pushed my hair back. “What are you doing?”

A scowl drew my brows down but didn’t last long as he stripped out of his clothes and stalked toward the bed. When he lifted his T-shirt over his head, exposing his cut and sculpted abs, my lips parted, and my heart fluttered.

The smirk that twisted his perfect lips had me huffing, but I didn’t mean that either.

“Why aren’t you getting naked?”

“Because you didn’t ask,” loftily replied, lifting my chin.

“Get naked,” he demanded. His eyes darkened to the color of slate and a familiar, brief sparkle lit them but was quickly extinguished. “Now.”

Though my stubbornness made me want to disobey to see what he would do, I didn’t. My body obeyed without further prompting and I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. By the time I was bare to him, he was settling between my thighs.

With my hands, I cradled his chiseled cheeks, and my thumbs grazed the edges of his mouth. The smoothness of his cheeks told me he had shaved this morning, but I almost wished he hadn’t. The coarseness of his beard would’ve felt amazing against my thighs.

The tip of his cock prodded against my opening, begging for entrance, but I squeezed him with my legs to keep him from delving deeper. A rumble sounded from deep in his chest that had me immediately allowing him to fully settle into the cradle of my thighs.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he reverently breathed with his eyes closing. He made shallow thrusts as he worked his way inside me. Once he was fully buried, I sighed and lifted my knees toward my chest, allowing him to drive even deeper.

“Oh my God,” I gasped as he began to move with slow but forceful strokes. Tingles spread over my arms and legs, he hit me so deep. My heart rate accelerated, and I clawed at the bedding and his back. Desperation bloomed as I ached for release.

“Please,” I whispered and lifted my hips to grind against him with each of his thrusts.

He trailed his nose along my neck, and his hot breath fanned my skin. When his teeth grazed the same place, I whimpered. Then he bit down as he drove hard, and I cried out as I exploded.

“WickedWoman”—BlacktopMojo

When she came, she was a goddess. Uninhibited, she threw her head back on the pillow and exposed the arched, slender column of her neck to me. Using my teeth, I scraped a path along the sensitive skin. Then I ran my tongue along the rapidly beating pulse on her throat. It seemed to tingle against my lips and tongue. Unable to resist, I bit down on the slope of her shoulder.

With need bordering on desperation, I drove deep and hard. I couldn’t get enough of her—couldn’t get close enough. She whimpered and lifted her hips to meet mine. Her sighs and the little noises that escaped her lips made me literally high.

Braced on my arms, I pushed up to stare down at her. Her perfect chest heaved, and her lips parted as she came down from her stunning orgasm.

Getting to my knees, I gripped her thighs. I withdrew and lowered my head to watch as my cock slid out of her. It gleamed in the soft light and knowing that it was her wetness that caused it made my breath still. My heartbeat pulsed in my ears and I entered her again. Slow, as if I was savoring every inch that she took. Tight and hot, she held me as if she was made for me.

“God, that feels so good,” she half breathed and half moaned. Her hands fisted the linens at her sides.

Releasing her thighs, I braced my arms on either side of her head. She reached for me, and I forcefully thrust into her tight heat, reveling in the little gasp that escaped her. Again and again, I thrust inside her willing and needy body. If I could’ve crawled inside her to never leave, I think I would’ve. Nothing existed but this small space we occupied, sweaty and grunting. Her nails scored my skin, and I fucked her with relentless drive.

When her pussy gripped me tightly and she gave a little whining cry, my release barreled down on me. She arched as her lips parted and I dropped my head to taste the sheen on her chest.

“Yes,” she whispered, and I slowly licked around each nipple, working my way up to press my lips to her collarbone. My hips continued to pummel hers as she met me with each stroke. But when she let loose with the first little flutter of her walls around me, I was done. My teeth sunk into the muscle where her shoulder met the soft curve of her neck. She clung to me as the flutter turned to a gripping pulse and I savagely thrust into her warmth and exploded.

“Fuck,” I groaned as I pulsed into her. With each throb of her pussy around me, she drained me. Until finally, my head fell forward and my arms trembled with the satisfied shudder that shook my body.

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