I'm Yours by Erin Randall Page A

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deeper into his mouth. Finding Ian determined to avoid where she
wanted him most, made Kara want to speed things up even more. She
was frantic to have him insider her. While he flicked and pulled
the tips of her breasts, she reached her hands between their bodies
and unbuttoned his jeans. As she slowly, carefully slid the zipper
down over the bulge of his erection, Ian growled against her
skin.
    Sneaking her hands inside his boxer briefs,
Kara began to caress the soft skin of his phallus. Spreading the
zipper wide, she lowered his boxers and freed him from the confines
of his pants. She felt him pulsing in her hand and pressed the head
of him against herself as she began to move her hips in small
circles. Slowly, her motions began covering him with her wetness,
readying him to glide easily into her.
    “Your tits are perfection a grá,” Ian mumbled
against her breast.
    “I thought you were a leg man,” she
teased.
    Pulling away to look her in the eye, Ian
wrapped her legs around his hips. Slipping one hand under the skirt
of her dress, he guided himself to her opening. She could tell he
was going to say something before pressing into her and she
couldn’t take any more words, so she took the initiative and slid
herself down. Taking the hardness of him in, Kara squeezed her
inner muscles. Ian sucked in a surprised breath and lifted his
hips, ensuring he was in as far as he could go.
    “Having your legs around me is heaven a grá.”
He groaned.
    Heaven? Perfection? Which was better? Kara
would have to figure it out later because right now, Ian’s body
demanded all her attention. Ian began pumping slowly up into her as
she continued to straddle his lap. Slowly, she started to press
down as he lifted up. Her movements caused him to thrust up more
vigorously. As soon as Kara held onto Ian’s shoulders for support,
he lifted her skirt with one hand so he could see himself as he
moved in and out of her. Tucking her skirt up inside the bodice of
her dress to leave their joining open to his view, Ian placed his
hands on the bed behind him.
    Using his arms and feet as support, Ian
slowly lifted his hips off the bed. The difference in the angle of
his hips caused him to slide even further insider Kara and Ian
reveled in her gasp of pleasure. He wanted her to ride him like she
had before and this would be a better angle for her. For Ian, the
view alone could send him over the edge. His gaze stayed glued to
where he slid in and out of Kara’s body. There was nothing sexier
than watching a woman take him in. The fact that it was Kara only
made it more appealing.
    Ian watched the muscles in her thighs quiver
as she picked up her pace. Watching her was so hot, Ian was already
close to exploding. His biceps were also starting to jitter as he
held his body like a plank above the mattress. The flat angle of
his torso and hips would make it so easy for Kara to get herself
off by rubbing against him as she bounced up and down on his shaft.
He’d been so busy watching her pussy pull him in that he forgot how
amazing it was to watch her come. When she started groaning, Ian’s
eyes shot to Kara’s face. Her mouth was open and her head had
fallen back. She was close, so close.
    The sight of her face in such pleasure sent
Ian over the edge and he couldn’t pull himself back. A part of Ihim
realized he didn’t want to leave her hanging, but his balls
tightened and his spine tingled. He wouldn’t be able to stop this
orgasm. Even though he was struggling to hold himself up with both
arms, Ian moved his weight all to his left arm. Just as he was
lifting his right arm from the bed to reach between them, he felt
the first spasm of her internal muscles. Pressing his right hand
back to the bed, Ian arched his back as he felt her body milking
him.
    A groan fell from his lips as he arched his
back further. He wanted to be as deep inside Kara as he could
possibly get. Her body fell forward as she screamed his name. The
sound of his name on