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Reaching for the metal buttons, she tore at his fly and yanked at the waist of his jeans,
helping him to loose his erection. It sprang free hot and hard jutting toward her face
as he angled it down to her mouth, watching her worship the hooded crown with her
tongue.
 Are you protected? he asked in a rough burr.
She looked up at him as she nodded, letting her tongue slide up and down his shaft.
When he met her gaze, he lifted his chin in acknowledgement, watching her
hungrily, indecision burning in the bright, liquid gold of his eyes.
 There are some condoms in the top drawer of my dresser. She ran her tongue up
his length again.  In the bedroom.
He was silent a moment as his jaw tightened into a slab of hardened bronze.  And
who did you buy those for?
 What do you mean?
 I m not using a goddamn rubber you bought for Alex.
She stopped licking his cock to give him an angry glare.  I didn t buy them for
Alex. I just bought them& to have them.
 For who?
 For whoever!
 Forget it! he exploded with sudden violence.  I don t want to use a fucking
condom anyhow. I want to fuck you naked. I want to fuck you with my bare skin
sliding inside your tight, hot pussy. I want to feel your cunt wet and burning
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sucking at my dick. He pulled in a breath heavy with tension, rough with desire.  For
once in my life, I want to fuck a woman without a goddamn condom, he snarled.
 For once in your life? Tavia hesitated.  What do you mean? Are you telling me
you ve never skipped using one before?
He inclined his chin a hard fraction. His mean, curving lips were set in a
determined line. His jaw was like a jutting piece of steel. But the man was holding his
breath, waiting for her decision.
She gave him a tiny tilt of her chin.  I guess that would be all right then. I m
protected and& safe.
 Thought so. Some of the tension left his body in a long, rough breath.  How
many times do you want to come?
 What& do you mean?
 How many times do you want to come? he repeated.  I don t want to miss
anything but I don t want to wear you out either.
 I don t know, she answered.  Nobody ever asked me that before.
 How many times do you usually come?
 Usually? Once.
 Once when you re with a man?
She gritted her teeth.  That s right.
 How many times can you come?
She thought about this, hating to answer the question with all of its dirty little
implications. Finally she countered with,  I came three times last night.
He grunted as though he was dissatisfied with this response.  That was different. I
didn t have you on my cock, he growled.  Do you need time to build up again after
the first orgasm?
 No. After the first, the next ones are easy.
 Three it is, then.
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Lowering himself, he locked his hands around the arms of her chair. His long, hard
body shimmered in tension as a vibration of hunger traveled his frame. His muscles
tensed, hard and defined as he hovered on the sharp edge of passion. Tavia felt his
wide cock head probe through the long, silky slot of her pussy and she canted her hips
to meet his thrust. The thick head pressed against her notch for an instant.
 Get those knees apart, he grunted.  Spread them wide. When she pressed her
knees wide, he heaved his hips at her and penetrated her in one long, savage sweep.
He was huge but she was ready for him. Her cunt was burning with slippery, wet
heat as he shoved into her. Her vagina closed around him as he drove to the back of her
sheath where he smashed up against her sweet spot and held. For several seconds she
was lost in perfect ecstasy as he shafted her, his cock head crushed into the back of her
cervix as he ground his hips. His teeth were bared in a feral snarl and his eyes blazed
with primal lust as he watched her orgasm, her mouth open, her eyes fixed on his. The
color in his eyes shifted, glazed to hard gold as he lowered his panting mouth to hers,
raping her mouth with his tongue while the walls of her vagina contracted around the
hard cock that filled it.
When her sex finally settled and was quiet again, Bolt half-closed his eyes. He
pushed out a small, tense laugh.  Oh god, I love that, he rasped.  I love the feel of a
woman s cunt rippling down my length, tightening and closing and loosening again.
There s nothing like it in the world, he said.  Well, he added,  except for this.
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