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Tabitha hummed. “That’s okay. You can do it, too.”

“I’d rather do this,” he said, reaching down to draw her up, lift her chin and capture her lips in a stellar kiss.

This was also a first. No guy she’d sucked dry had ever wanted to taste himself directly after.

Spencer was checking off all her boxes.

When his hands went to the snap on her jeans, she immediately helped him, lowering her zipper, then skinning the denim down over her hips. Her jeans and panties hit the floor, and she laughed. “Now we’re both in shoe-hell,” she snickered.

Spencer glanced down but his eyes smoldered as he took in the nakedness of her lower body and his, nearly touching. Then he grinned at being foiled from more action by the pants bunched on their respective feet.

But he was quick on the uptake.

“You do yours, I’ll do mine,” he ordered, “then I’m taking over.”

“Yes, sir.”

That was another thing Tabitha liked. A man who wasn’t afraid to take what he wanted.

They both quickly lost their footwear, then the material that had been stopped at their ankles. Once successfully achieved, Spencer grabbed the errant condom, and didn’t hesitate to strip Tabitha out of her shirt and bra.

“Pretty pink nipples,” he marveled, lowering his head to suck. He latched on.

Oh, yes.

Nipple-play always worked for her; directly connected to her clit somehow. And while Tabitha reveled in the electrical impulses, Spencer’s bold fingers parted her nether-hair and foundthatlittle hot-button, too.

Her legs went weak, and Spencer seemed to sense it, because before she fell, he lifted her again, this time with one hand under her ass, while holding out the condom toward her with his other.

His cock was fully staffed again.

The man was a beast.

“Put it on,” he coached. “And I apologize that I’m going full-steam-ahead here and fucking you instead of playing more, but I have to be inside you. Now.”

“I’m not complaining,” Tabitha thrilled. “Voracious.” She took the packet, opened it up, and provocatively rolled it over his impressive girth.

“For you, yes,” he admitted raspingly, lifting her higher until she hovered over his cock. “I’ll suck every bit of you later, I promise. But right now…”

He gave up narrating and plunged her downward.

Tabitha let out what she hoped was a muted scream as he filled her to the brink. Not that there was really any chance of privacy. The noises they’d already been making would have signaled to half the ship that sex acts were occurring. Either that, or surgery was being performed without anesthesia.

Nobody would question which one it was.

The fit of Spencer’s cock was a little uncomfortable for a split second, but Tabitha’s body loosened and quickly welcomed every inch of him.

“Okay?” Spencer panted, pausing with them joined more deeply than Tabitha could ever remember happening.

“More than okay,” she heaved, as she used her muscles to rise up his slickness, then drive herself back down. “So fricking good.”

Spencer didn’t let her take the helm for more than that initial second.

He grasped her hips and took over as captain, exploring and navigating her channel with an expertise that no one before him had ever achieved.

Tabitha was almost immediately on the verge of orgasm.

She wanted to hold off; tried to hold off, but Spencer wasn’t having any of it. He continued to manipulate her up and down forcefully, and when he ground one strong finger into her clit, Tabitha detonated.

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