released.
Drawing the straps of her bra down her arms, he kept his attention riveted on those
lush globes and their dusky areolas. He tossed the bra aside and molded his hands to
her breasts.
“Beautiful,” he said quietly. He fanned his thumbs over her nipples and smiled
when they swelled instantly.
“Are we taking it slow this time?” she asked, running her fingers up and down his
right forearm.
He lifted his gaze from her breasts to her smiling eyes. “Unless you want it
differently.”
She was standing there in only her panties but she didn’t seem self-conscious or
inhibited by her near nakedness. Her body was toned and silky without a blemish or
scar in sight. Not one stretch mark or red mole or broken vein marred her beauty, but it
was enhanced by a small, heart-shaped birthmark that rode low on her left hipbone.
“I like you best when you go all caveman on me, Fallon,” she admitted. “No man
has ever dared do that before, and I never expected to allow one to, but with you…”
She slid her hand up his arm, across his shoulder and spiked it through his dark hair.
“With you, I like the edginess, the danger.”
His lips stretched into a knowing smile. “Do you now?”
She brought his head to hers and kissed him, slipping her tongue along the seam of
his lips, licking at the corners then thrusting it slowly inside to taste the warmth of his
mouth. She ground her hips against his groin.
“What do you think?” she growled.
Fallon snaked out a hand, grabbed the waistband of her fragile panties and ripped
them off her. Despite her frown at the destruction of her undergarment, he slipped his
fingers into her hot channel and cupped her sex, making her lift to her toes as he tugged
at the soft haven.
“I think I’m gonna fuck your brains out, McCullough,” he warned. He rubbed
vigorously between her legs then released her, slipping his hands beneath her rump to
lift her, grinning evilly as she wrapped her legs around his waist and locked her arms
around his neck. He backed her up to the wall and held her there with his body as he
brought one hand between them to undo his jeans.
“I’ve never been taken against a wall,” she told him.
“It won’t be the last time,” he said then thrust his cock deep inside her.
Keenan grunted with the force, feeling him stretching her, filling her, bumping up
against her womb as he pulled out and shoved his shaft into her again. With each
stroke, her back scraped up the wall and she knew she’d have bruises come morning.
Using his strong, powerful legs, he arched his body into hers, locking his teeth
lightly into the soft flesh along her collarbone. He rubbed hard against her so that her
sensitive breasts were being abraded by the material of his shirt. Her fingernails dug
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into his shoulders for a moment then she grabbed his head and brought his mouth to
hers, wanting the thrusting of his tongue in rhythm to the thrusting of his cock, and
Fallon obliged her.
His cock was larger and longer than any that had ever been inside her and she was
caught up in the pleasure-pain by the way he wielded it. Him slamming roughly into
her was what she’d wanted, and he was accommodating her wishes. The pressure was
building so intensely she thought she might well pass out when she came.
Grunting with each upward flex of his hips, Fallon lost himself inside her silken
heat. Her inner muscles were grabbing him with quick little clutches that were driving
him out of his mind with need. His cock was so hard, burning so brutally he felt tears
gathering in his eyes. The bonding between them was taking its toll not only on his
body but his soul as well.
“Come for me, Fallon,” she murmured against his mouth. “Come hard for me!”
Her voice was a silken purr and it was all the encouragement he needed to release.
Hard and hot and savagely he shot into her, his head going back as he roared with the
sheer force
Drawing the straps of her bra down her arms, he kept his attention riveted on those
lush globes and their dusky areolas. He tossed the bra aside and molded his hands to
her breasts.
“Beautiful,” he said quietly. He fanned his thumbs over her nipples and smiled
when they swelled instantly.
“Are we taking it slow this time?” she asked, running her fingers up and down his
right forearm.
He lifted his gaze from her breasts to her smiling eyes. “Unless you want it
differently.”
She was standing there in only her panties but she didn’t seem self-conscious or
inhibited by her near nakedness. Her body was toned and silky without a blemish or
scar in sight. Not one stretch mark or red mole or broken vein marred her beauty, but it
was enhanced by a small, heart-shaped birthmark that rode low on her left hipbone.
“I like you best when you go all caveman on me, Fallon,” she admitted. “No man
has ever dared do that before, and I never expected to allow one to, but with you…”
She slid her hand up his arm, across his shoulder and spiked it through his dark hair.
“With you, I like the edginess, the danger.”
His lips stretched into a knowing smile. “Do you now?”
She brought his head to hers and kissed him, slipping her tongue along the seam of
his lips, licking at the corners then thrusting it slowly inside to taste the warmth of his
mouth. She ground her hips against his groin.
“What do you think?” she growled.
Fallon snaked out a hand, grabbed the waistband of her fragile panties and ripped
them off her. Despite her frown at the destruction of her undergarment, he slipped his
fingers into her hot channel and cupped her sex, making her lift to her toes as he tugged
at the soft haven.
“I think I’m gonna fuck your brains out, McCullough,” he warned. He rubbed
vigorously between her legs then released her, slipping his hands beneath her rump to
lift her, grinning evilly as she wrapped her legs around his waist and locked her arms
around his neck. He backed her up to the wall and held her there with his body as he
brought one hand between them to undo his jeans.
“I’ve never been taken against a wall,” she told him.
“It won’t be the last time,” he said then thrust his cock deep inside her.
Keenan grunted with the force, feeling him stretching her, filling her, bumping up
against her womb as he pulled out and shoved his shaft into her again. With each
stroke, her back scraped up the wall and she knew she’d have bruises come morning.
Using his strong, powerful legs, he arched his body into hers, locking his teeth
lightly into the soft flesh along her collarbone. He rubbed hard against her so that her
sensitive breasts were being abraded by the material of his shirt. Her fingernails dug
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into his shoulders for a moment then she grabbed his head and brought his mouth to
hers, wanting the thrusting of his tongue in rhythm to the thrusting of his cock, and
Fallon obliged her.
His cock was larger and longer than any that had ever been inside her and she was
caught up in the pleasure-pain by the way he wielded it. Him slamming roughly into
her was what she’d wanted, and he was accommodating her wishes. The pressure was
building so intensely she thought she might well pass out when she came.
Grunting with each upward flex of his hips, Fallon lost himself inside her silken
heat. Her inner muscles were grabbing him with quick little clutches that were driving
him out of his mind with need. His cock was so hard, burning so brutally he felt tears
gathering in his eyes. The bonding between them was taking its toll not only on his
body but his soul as well.
“Come for me, Fallon,” she murmured against his mouth. “Come hard for me!”
Her voice was a silken purr and it was all the encouragement he needed to release.
Hard and hot and savagely he shot into her, his head going back as he roared with the
sheer force
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