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She loved the feeling of being small. Of being protected and cherished.
"That was hot," he rumbled.
"Hmm?" Her eyes closed as she relished the feel of his hard body against hers. The light dusting of hair on his chest tickled her nipples and the smell of his skin, undiluted by her bath soap, did crazy things to her heart rate.
"Feeling you watching me."
"You're gorgeous," she breathed, raising her lids just enough to see him.
"Before today, I considered my looks a convenience to getting laid."
Stacey laughed softly, appreciating how bluntly open he was. "I'm sure it has been."
His firm lips nuzzled against her temple. "Now, I'm grateful my looks are the kind you like."
"Oh yes." She nipped at his chin with her teeth. "I like."
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"That giggle of yours makes me hot," he rumbled, pausing to stare at her.
Rolling her eyes, Stacey pointed out, "Everything makes you hot. You're a sex machine."
"Oh yeah?" He gripped her i
"After you badgered me into it!" She bit back a laugh when he arched a brow at her. She was amazed she was even capable of conversation with him poised above her pussy with a wolfish gleam in his eyes. Thing was, she'd never been silly in bed before. She liked it.
"How does your saying to me, 'You're not getting out of this now' constitute badgering?"
"The badgering came before that."
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"You also didn't fight when I gave in," she argued, sticking her tongue out playfully.
His aqua gaze darkened and heated at the sight. "Gave in?" he scoffed. "I'm a guy, sweetheart. Throw gorgeous pussy at us and we're not going to say no."
Her mouth fell open on a choked laugh. "I did not throw my pussy at you."
"Umm… yeah." He winked. Added in combination with his boyishly charming smile, it was devastating to a woman's equilibrium. "You did. Nymphomaniac. Jees, can't get a break around this place. Sex last night. Sex again today. Sex right now…" He sighed dramatically.
"Oh, far be it from me to fuck you to death," she said, crossing her arms over her chest. "Let's just go eat pie."
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Considering where he was, she got the idea. "Nah. That's okay. This nymphomaniac is amazingly not in the mood for sex anymore."
A total bald-faced lie. She was slick and swollen. When he glanced down skeptically and then gri
"I can put you in the mood," he purred.
"Puh-leaze." She faked a yawn.
His low growl made her laugh.
"You're going to pay for that," he threatened, tickling her.
"Ah! Stop it!" She tried to roll away from him and succeeded only in ending up on her stomach, a distinct advantage for him.
He came over her immediately, laughing. Laughing. His lips to her ear, he said, "I'm going to make you beg me for it."
Stacey shivered with anticipation. "I'd like to see you try." Boy, would she ever!
"No trying involved, sweetheart." He licked the shell of her ear, then dipped inside. She grew hotter, wetter. As if he knew, he pushed his big hand between her legs and stroked her. "Yum," he said. "Someone's horny already."
"Not me." She gasped as he found her clit and rubbed in gentle circles.
He hummed a skeptical noise and she buried her smile in her pillow. She felt him move, felt the bed dip and sway, and then his tongue, hot and rough coursing the length of her spine. She gasped and writhed, the sensation both ticklish and arousing. Co
"I was hoping you'd move so I could get up and get some pie."
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Stacey whimpered and arched upward. God, it felt so damn good. He was huge everywhere, even there, and the sensation of being stretched to her limits was incredible. He planted his hands on either side of her head and glared down at her. It was an intimidating picture he made, but the warm amusement in his eyes belied the tough image.
"So deliciously tiiiggghhhttt…" he said, rolling his hips into her. "I can do this all day."
She gasped when he flexed inside her. "You might be able to talk me into that."
He pulled out slowly, then returned in a long torturous glide. "I thought you wanted pie."
"Umm… I changed my mind."
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"You're so deep," she slurred, cupping her breasts to ease their swollen ache.
"I want to get deeper." His abdomen laced tight as he grabbed her hips and plunged to the root, grinding against her. He was thicker at the base, which caused her clit to tilt downward and catch added friction.
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He pulled free and slipped off the bed.
Stacey struggled up onto her elbows and gaped at him. "Where are you going?"
He looked over his shoulder and blinked i
"Y-you… w-what… now…?"
"I wouldn't want to force you into sex or anything."
"Get back here!"
He gri
"Come on!" she cajoled impatiently. "Please."
"Was that begging?"
Her gaze narrowed. "Get. Over. Here. Now."
He crossed his arms and studied her intently. "What will you do when I'm gone and you're horny?"
"Play with myself," she said easily. "But that's not nearly as much fun as playing with you and you're here."
"Do it," he urged, his hot gaze dropping to her lewdly spread legs. "I want to watch."
She considered that a long moment, watching him watching her. The way his lips parted and his breathing sped up told her the idea of witnessing her masturbating turned him on.