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But the damn man wouldn’t move.

Not that his kisses weren’t amazing.They were.I just needed more.

Sliding my hands up his arms as he worked his mouth over mine, I stopped for a few seconds to pet his shoulders before gliding down his back.

His skin heated beneath my palms, so smooth.And then I had my hands on his ass.Jesus, the man had muscles everywhere.

As my hands smoothed down to his thighs then back up again, teasing closer to the seam splitting his cheeks, I felt his groan rumble in his chest as his hips rocked forward.

Yes, that’s what I want.

Hands on his hips, I tugged him closer.Or tried to.The man was immoveable.

With a moan, I pulled away from his lips, one hand rising to sink into his hair.I tugged, not hard enough to hurt but enough to get his attention.

Or so I thought.

Apparently when Shane was set on a course, he didn’t falter.

Instead of pulling back, he bent to put his mouth on my neck.He laid a string of kisses down my neck to my collarbone then followed that to my shoulder.And then he bit me.

The sting made me gasp and lit my entire body on fire, a blazing hot lust eating me up from the inside.And then I felt his fingers rubbing between my thighs, testing my readiness.

If I was any more ready, I’d be really freaking embarrassed.

“Oh my god.Shane.”

“I like hearing you say my name.Do it again.”

“Shane, please.”

“I think I want to hear you scream it.”

Which I did when he pulled his hand away.But he immediately replaced it with his cock and slid inside, fast and hard and all the way.

My scream wasn’t exactly his name but he must’ve been satisfied because he gave me exactly what I wanted.What I needed.

His hips thrust with a controlled speed that teased the possibility of more, even if I didn’t think I was capable of taking any more.

I already felt wound too tightly but unable to get off.

Because Shane kept me on the edge.Every time I thought I might come, he adjusted his pace or the angle to keep me on the brink.

He’d lowered his body until we were pressed together but his height meant my face was pressed against his shoulder so he had to hold himself up on one elbow so I didn’t suffocate.

Not that I would’ve noticed.And I was too far gone to care.

I came with a shudder and a moan, my teeth sinking in his pec as he rode me through it.

Only when I’d gone limp beneath him did he thrust one last time before holding still and letting his cock pump inside me.

Several minutes later, still panting, he wrapped his arms around me.

“Next time, you’re on top.”

Next time?Oh god, please let that be soon.

He kept his word.

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