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and opened the door, her insides went all mushy at the sight of his crooked, sideways grin and she knew there was no way she could leave.
     

Chapter 3
     
    Kyle closed the door behind them and locked the dead bolt. The room still dark, he turned to walk through the foyer. Two steps in, his body was hammered by hers and he stumbled back, hitting the door as he tried to keep them both from crashing to the floor. Her hands were everywhere, roaming, searching. In a blink, she’d stripped him of his shirt, teething at his nipples. Her mouth trailed up his chest, his neck, and nibbled at his bottom lip as her hands tore at the button and zipper of his jeans.
    Her fingers latched around the belt loops and she began lowering his jeans, her tongue dragging down his torso at the same pace. He strained to see her through the darkness, but his eyes failed to adjust. Surge after surge pulsed through his hard-as-steel cock at the thought of her mouth around him. It was too much, it had been too long. He was about to come. One touch, one damn touch, and he would blow.
    And then it stopped, all of it, as if she’d disappeared. No kissing or licking or touching or feeling. The only sound was his own heart pounding in his head. Seconds ticked by, seeming like minutes as he stared at blackness. His body trembled in anticipation, and then he felt her.
    Lightly, her tongue traced the underside of his dick and began flicking against the hyper-sensitive spot right under the head. He groaned, fingers tangling in her hair, wanting to be in her mouth. His legs went weak and shaky as her hand clasped around the base of his shaft, and he burrowed his shoulders against the door for support. Her lips pressed against his point, tongue flipping. Then her mouth parted.
    The feel of her lips sliding over him, taking in his tip, forced a sharp breath from his lungs. Slowly, she took all of him. The back of her throat was warm and slick, and her moans vibrated against him, sending electric-like currents through every nerve under his skin, and he wasn’t certain how much longer he could last. His hands tightened in her hair.
    She pulled back a little and began to bob, sucking him hard. His cock thumped, ready to come, and as abruptly as it started, her hands and mouth receded, leaving him disoriented. He pressed his palms to his eyes in disbelief and faintly, over the sound of thumping in his ears, he heard a wrapper tear. Half a second later, she was sheathing his cock.
    He took her by the shoulders and pulled her up, turning her back to him, and tugged her close. Her ass nudged at his aching cock. He shuddered, positioning their bodies to where she faced the wall.
    “Hands on the wall.” He pressed between her shoulder blades, gently assisting her movement as she obeyed.
    Kyle grabbed her hips and gave them a quick jerk upward, and she gasped at the sudden movement, replacing the short intake of air for a deep and throaty moan. The tip of his cock bumped at her wetness, making his balls wrench with pain. If he wasn’t careful, he’d be blowing too soon…within seconds.
    “Please,” she cried. Her back arched, ass shifting, plump round cheeks bumping at his cock. “Now…please.”
    The words ringing through his head, Kyle hiked her skirt over her hips and reached between her legs, dragging his fingers the entire length of her slit, wetting them all with her slick heat. He slid a finger in and out, then two.
    Her hips pushed out, spreading the wet opening even further. “More,” she cried.
    He sucked in a huge breath at her request and slipped a third finger in, pumping his hand, his thumb nicking at the puckered hole above with each thrust.
    Her body shuddered and she moaned. “Fu…” She heaved in air. “Fuck me now,” she begged with her sexy-as-hell voice.
    At her demand, his fingers left her, and without hesitation, he buried his cock in her center. Over and over, he plunged into her. The force of her ass slapping his hips sent waves of