face from his view. He bent his head and placed a tiny kiss on her back. Her warmth engulfed his cold body, fed his arousal, brought want surging to the fore like a mighty storm gathering in the sky.
He groaned and brought his hand to her crotch. Her silken bush was dense. Delving his fingers into her moist tissues, he parted the hair-roughened lips of her pussy and poked two fingers inside her cave, finding her silken passage wet and inviting.
“You are aroused.” His voice was a soft whisper as he placed more kisses along her spine, working his way up to her nape. He nipped playfully at her earlobe with his teeth.
Finding it harder and harder to hold off his taking her, he reached the snap on his jeans and released it, drawing down his zipper. His cock sprang through the opening, hard and long, its bulbous head moist. He pressed one knee between her legs, parting them.
“Stop it!”
Her words filtered into his brain, but he had gone too far to call a halt to his lust. He pulled her hips back and fitted his long cock against her slit, then lunged inside her body.
She gasped.
Chandler moaned with the first warming sensations that assailed his body. He grasped her hips, pressing her against the table as he released her hands and began to move, thrusting inside her with quick jabs.
The dressing table shook, the sounds of glass bottles clattering together reached his ears. A box of tissues fell to the floor.
Chandler held her hips and drove into her body, pinning her tightly against the table, her head pressed against the mirror. He thought about the way her breasts had felt as he held them in his palm, the way her mouth curved when she smiled, the way she had looked on the stage as she opened her legs and teased the audience. His lust mounted and his climax grew near.
He increased his thrusting, slamming roughly into her core. His fingers dug into the supple flesh of her hips as he held her tightly against his crotch. Chandler rolled his head back on his shoulders and savored the onset of orgasm. Thrust, thrust, thrust! Her body was his for the commanding—her womanly core his to penetrate.
Jada moved against him suddenly, arching her back and pressing her hips into his crotch. Chandler jerked his head up and opened his eyes, wondering if he had imagined her response. He caught her gaze in the mirror, fleeting, as she wrenched her head to one side. A wave of indescribable lust surged through his insides. She can’t help but respond.
Chandler gave himself over to the orgasm then, allowing the rash of sensations to fill his body. His balls knotted and his muscles tensed. His buttocks flexed and his heart hammered against his ribs. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the thrilling vibrations as they shook his big body.
Chandler slowed his thrusting as the climax began to wane and loosened his grasp on Jada’s hips, though he still held her against his crotch. He regretted having to let her loose since he had enjoyed her body so much. He sighed and pulled his cock out of her slit. Reaching one hand around her waist, he pulled her upward and turned her around.
She gave her head a shake, tossing her hair off her face.
He saw her face, the sheen of sweat that blanketed her features. And he saw the flush of her cheeks and the quick way she breathed. “You climaxed.”
She pulled in a shaky breath. “Yes! You pig.”
Chapter Five
Chandler watched Jada pull on her robe and cinch the tie belt at the waist. Her cheeks were still rosy from their sex bout and her large breasts heaved yet. He replaced his cock inside his pants and zipped up, though he could have fucked some more. The mere sight of the woman aroused his lust. He released a long breath. He couldn’t ever remember meeting a woman that intrigued him as much as
Jada
Harris
did. He could lay with her for eternity and never tire of her body.
Chandler stifled the urges rising inside him. He had no right to her. She was