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Excerpt: Watching them in the mirror, Trace held Macy's ass cheeks, prodding the tip of his cock into her slit.
She sucked in a breath, still watching them, still as glazed with passion as he was. Trace took his cock in his hand and slid it up and down her pussy, lubricating it with her cream. He rubbed her clit, taunting the bud with the ridge at the head of his rod.
Sensual, piercing cries came from her mouth each time he dragged his head across her, and as her body shook with oncoming orgasm, he slid his shaft to the tight opening of her pussy and pushed inside.
“Oh, God,” they both cried at the same time.
She vibrated, her slit sucking him in further. She clenched her pussy around him and rolled her hips in a primitive rhythm that pulled and gripped his cock until he pistoned into her, the manic ride sending him up, higher, right on the edge.
He’d already come twice tonight. He should have some stamina, but his balls ached with the need to ejaculate immediately. As he began to thrust, he pressed his chest against her back, covering her, aligning his arms next to hers. Possessing her totally. He slid a hand to touch her clit, pinching it between his thumb and finger, playing with it, needing to hear her scream with pleasure.
She did, within seconds her back arched. Her head came up next to his as she shouted her release. Around his cock, her canal spasmed. The intense squeezing spun him into mindless carnal ecstasy, nearly making him shoot his cum. He held off, he needed this perfect moment to last.
Giving in to the temptation to mark her as his, he gently bit her shoulder, and her contractions increased in strength and frequency as she cried with renewed pleasure.
Trace had never known a woman as sexual as Macy, amazingly responsive to him, and uninhibited in bed. As interested in bondage as he was.
Her head dropped as the aftershocks of her release shuttered through her, and her arms shook. She had to be exhausted, ready to collapse. “Darlin’, put your head on the pillow.”
“No, Trace. You haven’t—”
“I will, Macy. Just let go. I can hold you.” He straightened behind her, one arm under her, holding her hips at the perfect level as he slowly rotated his hips, circling his shaft inside her, prolonging his pleasure.
She laid her head on his pillow, and a sweet desperation gripped his chest. Made him want to find a permanent place for her in his bed. In his life.
“I want to hear you scream,” she whispered.
“Aw, darlin’, I want that, too, but I need to slow myself down.” He looked at her reflection in the mirror, and winked. “I do have a reputation to uphold.”
She giggled softly and bit her lip. “I bet I can make you lose control.”
His heart pounded in his chest, wanting her to do it. Needing her to make him come. “It’s a bet.”
“Slide your cock into my ass.”
He knew he’d lost the bet the second she said it.
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