to press deeper, sawed in and out of her a few times to coat himself with her moisture. “Oh Jesus, baby, you're tight,” he muttered breathlessly, dizzy with the way his heart was hammering frantically against his chest wall. “And so hot. My god you're hot."
Her sex clenched tightly around his cock at his words, quivered, milking pre-cum from him. His heart rate jacked upwards a few notches. Sucking in a harsh breath, he felt his face twist with the effort of concentration it took him just to bury himself another inch. “I don't think I'm going to make it, baby,” he gasped warningly, pulling out slightly and then driving into her again.
She tensed all over as he finally drove home, panting for breath. He tensed, as well, struggling against the need to hammer into her until he came. “Did I hurt you, baby?"
She groaned, shaking her head. “It feels good,” she whispered shakily.
"Oh hell!” he muttered, feeling her sex tighten around him again, so tightly he felt his cock gliding out of her, breaking his tenuous grip on his control. “Hold on, baby. It's going to get rough."
Slipping a hand beneath her to tip her hips upward, he began to thrust into her in deep, short plunges, pounding against her g-spot. She groaned, arched her head back, her entire body tensing. Grinding his teeth, he struggled maintain the rhythm she needed until she began to shake all over, uttering keen cries. The quakes of her sex around him in ecstasy drove him beyond any awareness of anything but his goal. He increased his pace and the depth of his thrusts until he was jolting her with each plunging descent, curling his hips to grind them against her when he felt his body begin to yield up his seed, shuttering and gasping when he managed to catch a breath between the hard spasms.
Relief, profound and draining went through him when his body finally ceased to convulse. Panting, he allowed his head to drop weakly forward on his shoulders, holding his upper body off of her only by locking his elbows since it felt like every muscle in his body had turned to water.
He didn't want to move, wasn't sure he could. Finally, he merely allowed one elbow to bend, tipping himself off of her.
He was coasting toward blissful sleep when she spoke.
"Was that just to distract me?"
He struggled to gather his wits. It was too late. They were gone. “Which part?” he asked drunkenly.
"The sex."
The sex, he thought a little wildly? For a distraction? From what? He couldn't think of any reason he wanted, or needed, to distract her, but he realized, dimly, that it was reassurance time. With an effort, he rolled over and threw an arm and leg over her, dragging her beneath him. “No, it wasn't,” he said firmly.
She sighed. He could tell, just from the tone of the sigh, that she wasn't satisfied with the answer he dredged up. Finally, the tension seeped out of her, though. Vastly relieved he didn't have to try to think of anything else, he snuggled against her and drifted into blissful oblivion.
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Chapter Six
The explosion of sound catapulted Con off the bed as if it had propelled him. He landed beside her bed in a half crouch. The sound together with Con's reaction was enough to jolt Danika out of a sound sleep and bring her upright, but once she'd managed that much she had to brace herself upright. Through burning, blurry eyes, she whipped her head to the side to stare at Con in confusion for a moment and then, very belatedly, in the general direction the sound had come from.
Her gaze connected with the wall of men at the door at roughly the same instant they surged through it and Con launched himself toward them. He collided with the man in the forefront, which she finally realized was Balin, in the vicinity of her couch. There were several meaty thuds in such
Her sex clenched tightly around his cock at his words, quivered, milking pre-cum from him. His heart rate jacked upwards a few notches. Sucking in a harsh breath, he felt his face twist with the effort of concentration it took him just to bury himself another inch. “I don't think I'm going to make it, baby,” he gasped warningly, pulling out slightly and then driving into her again.
She tensed all over as he finally drove home, panting for breath. He tensed, as well, struggling against the need to hammer into her until he came. “Did I hurt you, baby?"
She groaned, shaking her head. “It feels good,” she whispered shakily.
"Oh hell!” he muttered, feeling her sex tighten around him again, so tightly he felt his cock gliding out of her, breaking his tenuous grip on his control. “Hold on, baby. It's going to get rough."
Slipping a hand beneath her to tip her hips upward, he began to thrust into her in deep, short plunges, pounding against her g-spot. She groaned, arched her head back, her entire body tensing. Grinding his teeth, he struggled maintain the rhythm she needed until she began to shake all over, uttering keen cries. The quakes of her sex around him in ecstasy drove him beyond any awareness of anything but his goal. He increased his pace and the depth of his thrusts until he was jolting her with each plunging descent, curling his hips to grind them against her when he felt his body begin to yield up his seed, shuttering and gasping when he managed to catch a breath between the hard spasms.
Relief, profound and draining went through him when his body finally ceased to convulse. Panting, he allowed his head to drop weakly forward on his shoulders, holding his upper body off of her only by locking his elbows since it felt like every muscle in his body had turned to water.
He didn't want to move, wasn't sure he could. Finally, he merely allowed one elbow to bend, tipping himself off of her.
He was coasting toward blissful sleep when she spoke.
"Was that just to distract me?"
He struggled to gather his wits. It was too late. They were gone. “Which part?” he asked drunkenly.
"The sex."
The sex, he thought a little wildly? For a distraction? From what? He couldn't think of any reason he wanted, or needed, to distract her, but he realized, dimly, that it was reassurance time. With an effort, he rolled over and threw an arm and leg over her, dragging her beneath him. “No, it wasn't,” he said firmly.
She sighed. He could tell, just from the tone of the sigh, that she wasn't satisfied with the answer he dredged up. Finally, the tension seeped out of her, though. Vastly relieved he didn't have to try to think of anything else, he snuggled against her and drifted into blissful oblivion.
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Chapter Six
The explosion of sound catapulted Con off the bed as if it had propelled him. He landed beside her bed in a half crouch. The sound together with Con's reaction was enough to jolt Danika out of a sound sleep and bring her upright, but once she'd managed that much she had to brace herself upright. Through burning, blurry eyes, she whipped her head to the side to stare at Con in confusion for a moment and then, very belatedly, in the general direction the sound had come from.
Her gaze connected with the wall of men at the door at roughly the same instant they surged through it and Con launched himself toward them. He collided with the man in the forefront, which she finally realized was Balin, in the vicinity of her couch. There were several meaty thuds in such
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