Page 77 of High Value Target

“You want it?” His voice was gravelly.

She bobbed her head, and a moment later, he came down her throat. She swallowed and sucked and lapped up every drop.

He withdrew and collapsed against the headboard next to her.

“You’re not done, are you?” she teased.

He grinned. “Not by a long shot. Just give me a minute.”

She used her time to unbutton his shirt and trail kisses down his chest, to his abs, to his bellybutton, and down that sexy stripe of hair that led into his jeans. By the time she got there, his dick was already bobbing to life. She took hold of it and stroked. He covered her hand with his and taught her the motion he liked. Soon he was hard again.

He stood, dug in his pocket for a condom, and tore his clothes off. Moving to the foot of the bed, he grabbed her ankles and dragged her down the bed. She yelped.

He rolled the condom on and climbed over her, then swirled the head around the opening of her pussy, dipping it in the wetness, getting it slick and ready.

“Tell me this is mine,” he said.

“Yes, yours. All yours.”

“Only mine?”

“Only yours.”

He thrust inside, going up on his hands and staring into her eyes as he sank deep. She gasped at the sensation of being filled so completely. She moaned as he rocked his hips against her, dragging his body over her clit with each slow movement.

His eyes dropped to her breasts, watching them bounce with each thrust he made.

Then he gathered her hands in his and pinned them to the bed above her head. She stared into his eyes, watching them heat with desire.

“So good,” she panted. “So, so good.”

His jaw tightened, and his speed picked up, like her words had heated the fire even hotter between them. “I’m never gonna want to stop.” He repeated his earlier threat.

“Never,” she agreed.

He shifted, taking both wrists in one hand, freeing his other to squeeze her breast and play with the nipple. He brought his head down and captured the bud, sucking hard. She threw her head back, a sharp ripple of desire shooting through her, and she wrapped her legs around him, squeezing tight on his dick.

He moaned, then moved his hand between them, and his thumb found her clit. He brushed it again and again, in slow, firm strokes, until she thrashed beneath him, eagerly pressing her hips up for more. He kept at her, never changing pace, until her breathing grew ragged.

He dipped his head and ran his nose along her ear. “Come all over my dick, pretty girl.”

She exploded at his words, coming long and hard, a gush of wetness coating him.

He released his hold on her, planted his hands in the bed and fucked her hard until he finally followed her over the edge into oblivion.

Gasping, he collapsed on top of her, and she gladly took his weight, reveled in it, stroking his back, until his breathing finally slowed.

He went up on his elbows, kissed her, then slowly pulled out of her. She felt an immediate emptiness and wanted him back, but he stood to go into the bathroom and take care of the condom.

When he returned, he gathered her close, stroking her arm.

She cuddled against him and pressed a kiss to his chest.

“What happens now?” she whispered.

“You want to give this a shot?”

“Yes. More than anything I’ve ever wanted.”

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