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shoulders against the wall. Her loosened breasts swayed in front of his eyes as she arched her back and manipulated her hips so that his cock slid readily inside her as soon as he found her hot, slippery hole.
    Gregor shifted his weight, eager to find his rhythm. Forcing himself deeper, he reveled in the tight clutch and give ofher core. She was so eager, and he was equally keen to satisfy the lust in them both. The intense connection captured him, making his thoughts like mud. At the back of his mind, he wondered if he’d taken leave of his senses.
    She whispered encouragement beneath her breath and then stifled a cry by pushing her hand against her mouth when he drove deeper, shoving her up against the wall as he did so.
    To see her that way gave him great pleasure. He placed his feet wider, gaining leverage and using it. Her sleek, hot cunt grasped at his distended cock eagerly with each thrust, and he cursed beneath his breath, ruing the inconvenience of their current whereabouts.
    Then she wrapped her hands around his neck, whispering against his ear, forcing his release much more urgently. “Harder, sire.”
    Gregor had to close his eyes and gather himself a moment. His ballocks ached, the need to find release becoming all-consuming. The rocking of her lower body and the suck and pull of her damp flesh on his shaft soon urged him on. “I would not allow you to rush me so, if we were under different circumstances.”
    Her eyebrows lifted. “A man who knows his own prowess… I am most impressed.”
    That comment led him to shove her more firmly against the wall. He was so bound up in the need to thrust and drive that he was in danger of forgetting the perilous nature of their situation. Then he fixed her and ground deep, and she gave a barely stifled moan. As swiftly as he could, he covered her mouth with his, again muffling her.
    â€œAre you always this noisy,” he asked when he pulled back for breath, “or are you trying to lure the guard back here?”
    She bit her lip and looked at him from under her lashes. “Forgive me, sire, I am finding your assault most pleasurable.”
    With that she shoved one hand between them, to the place where he was buried to the hilt in the tight fist of her puss. She enclosed the base of his cock with her fingers, squeezing him hard there while she paddled her folds with the flat of her hand.
    Thrusting vigorously inside the moist fist of her cunt, he cursed under his breath. Her hand there was most advantageous, and his ballocks were high and primed to off-load their burden. Vaguely, it occurred to him that he would be unable to stop now. Even the threat of the guard’s appearance was nothing compared to the desperate need for the pair of them to come off.
    Meanwhile, her mouth opened and her eyes closed. Never before had he seen a woman so eager and ready for pleasure. However, she was about to cry out again—he knew it. Gregor closed his mouth over hers yet again, silencing her. Her puss quivered around his length, and he barely pulled free in time to spill his load elsewhere. How he wished he had been inside her for her completion. As his cock jerked and spent itself, her hands closed tighter around its head and her lips moved under his, parting. When her tongue stroked his, he felt as if he had captured her cry in his own mouth, the sensuous kiss an indication of her pleasure. Unexpectedly, the kiss arrested him, and he lingered a moment, enjoying the soft pull of her lips and the inquisitive stroke of her tongue for as long as he dared risk it, before pulling back.
    Sated, she looked as supine and regal as a contented cat. She arched her neck in the wake of her release, as if savoring every morsel of pleasure. Fascinated, he observed her as her breasts rose and fell with her labored breathing. A most sensuous woman indeed, he decided.
    When she opened her eyes she gave a soft growl and looked at him from under her lashes, as if