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it a squeeze that made a moan dredge up from her throat.
              Sully pulled his lips away from her own to run his mouth up her throat and to her ear rasping, “Your arse might be the death of me, woman.” His hands pushed the fabric of her pants down until they pooled around her ankles. “Kick’em away.”
              That goddamn accent just made her wetter as she did what he demanded. With strong arms, he lifted her effortlessly and Channing wrapped her legs around his waist. He fitted her to his body until the apex of her thighs rested directly against his huge hardened denim covered cock. Then he moved, it wasn’t a hard movement, not even fast but it was enough. His hips undulated against her own, imitating the very act that she wanted to participate in with him as he kept his palms directly on her ass.
              Channing’s breath stilted, coming out in harsh pants as he rubbed her clit against him over and over again until stars danced behind her closed lids.
              “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted a woman as much as I want you.” Sully whispered, nipping her earlobe. “I haven’t been able to sleep in the last week. Not after all I could imagine was sinking my dick as far into you as I could.”
              “Fu...oh...oh...”
    He pulled back. “Pull up your shirt.”
              Her breathing halted altogether as she obeyed.
    “Bra too.” Sully added, eyes focused on her breasts as they bounced.
              “Would you like that? Me fucking you until you can barely move? Stuffing you with all of me until you don’t have a clue where you begin and I end? Hmm?” He moved her faster against him and with every thrust, Channing’s pussy clenched, pulling at the air, seeking for the one thing she wanted the most.
              “Oh God...yes...please...”
              “I can’t wait to see if you taste as good as you smell. Can’t wait to have your clit in my mouth, your body shaking from the force of how hard I’m going to make you come.” He sucked a nipple between his lips then tugged on it with his teeth.
    Shit! That was all it took. Channing exploded, still riding the ridge of his erection, her juices soaking the seat of her panties, as her chest heaved with the effort to draw in air.
    Sully gave a contented purr. “That was good for the first go. But I think I can pull much more out of you than that.”
    Sweet. Jesus.

 
     
Chapter Three
     
     
              Perfect. She was so perfect. With her berry ripe nipples and swiveling hips and her coming all over him and he wasn’t even inside her yet. Yup. Perfect. And he was going to fuck her through the floor. Yup. Through the floor.
              Sully found something akin to a mat and placed Channing on it, resting on her tummy. She was still panting from the force of her climax, didn’t even object to the new position. All he could really focus on was her ass, how it would look pressed up against him when he started thrusting in and out of her. The smooth brown globes were beckoning him to hurry up and get his jeans and boxers down.
              He rooted around in his wallet before finding the strip of condoms he’d placed there for 911 situations and tossed them down beside her prone body. With a grunt, he dropped to his knees behind her and tugged her panties to the side, sliding two fingers into her still quivering canal. Channing immediately clenched around him, calling his name when he brushed that secret place inside that had her pushing back against him and gripping his wrist with one of her hands.
              Pulling his hand away, he brought it up to his lips and sucked the digits clean. “Just as sweet as I thought.”
              She whimpered and he quieted her with an open mouth kiss to her spine, just over the rise of her ass. He ran his hands over the plump flesh then lightly smacked, enjoying the