Resist by Blanche Hardin

said in a voice full of want, need and desire.
    “You already do,” Vie said as she pressed a cheek against the glass so she could speak freely. “Own all of me, that is.”
    Blaine smiled and his heart swelled with relief.
    He’d won!
    Zed would be lucky to get seconds—though not entirely sloppy of course—and he would honor his end of the bargain. He knew exactly what to say to Vie to push her into his brother’s arms but tonight she was his alone and he would savor that feeling of being completely in control of her.
    He flicked his tongue over her clit before he used his thumbs to open her up and suckled on the sweet nub between her legs. If a body had ever been made for sin and fornication then Vie was in full possession.
    Her breasts were round and full yet they couldn’t fill out more than a C-cup and a small one at that. A natural hourglass figure where her waist was truly tiny and couldn’t have been more than twenty-four inches. Her hips—made for breeding and having children—widened out but not quite to their full extent. She’s never had sex before that night so they almost seemed to be in a state of arrested development but he would remedy that himself before the night was through.
    Blaine loved exploring every inch of her; so sweet and untouched in her innocent beauty. She was absolutely a freak in L.A. A twenty-five year old virgin who he’d been the first to sleep with—how often did that happen in this city? Hell, how often did it happen in this developed nation or any other for the matter?
    He turned her around and pressed her back against the cool glass as he threw one of her legs over his shoulder to give him better access to that delectable space between her legs. She writhed underneath his expert touch and it didn’t take long for her breathing to become ragged. She was close but this time, he would deny her what she so desperately craved.
    Blaine flicked her clit one last time with his insatiable tongue before he stood, lifted Vie in his arms and walked to the bedroom. He sat her down on the bed before his mouth found her own, and kissed her hungrily. She reluctantly ended their kiss before she nibbled on his bottom lip.
    “Turn around and get on your hands and knees,” he whispered to her, her warm breath hot against his jaw.
    Her gray eyes looked into his crystal blue orbs for a beat too long before she said in a low voice, “Whatever you want.”
    Vie turned onto her stomach before she got on her hands and knees. That gorgeous cunt of hers glistened with her juices and all he could think about was being balls deep inside of her, hearing her moans.
    Blaine grasped her waist with one hand while he guided his cock inside her slick entrance and into what had to be the best place to be this side of heaven. He bent over her, kissing her shoulder blades before he suckled on her neck. It would leave a nasty love bruise the next morning but it was worth it.
    “Please . . .” Vie trailed off, her voice raspy.
    He thrust into her hard and rough, maybe a little too harshly because her moans were on the verge of cries at times but she would enjoy the end result. His hand snaked around and caressed her clit again, doing slow torturous circles as he continued his assault on her body.
    She bucked against his body; her hips seemed to have a mind of their own as she pushed her ass against his body with every pump of his dick inside of her.
    Blaine couldn’t control her and he realized a part of him didn’t want to. He wanted her to own her sexuality and not be ashamed of what she wanted, needed or desired from him.
    Her body shook with ecstasy and her kegel muscles gripped his cock with an iron grasp. He couldn’t stop and tumbled over the edge along with her. He rode out his orgasm with hers until he’d grown semi-soft and pulled out of her, collapsing on the bed beside her.
    Both struggled to catch their breath, as their hearts seemed to beat in tandem.
    Usually, he hated to be touched after