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  “Rick,” she whispered, her tone desperate, pleading.

  He lifted his head, his mouth damp, eyes blazing. Straightening to his full height, he grabbed her wrists with one hand and lifted her arms, holding her prisoner against the wall with her arms above her head. Her back arched, chest thrusting forward and her damp nipples were kissed by the cool air, making her shudder. Making her feel restless, wanton.

  He watched her, his hot and hungry gaze raking over her body, and he licked his lips as if he liked what he saw.

  Blair thrust forward even more, sending him a silent invitation, hoping he’d take it.

  He did. Swooping in, he kissed her, a brutal yet utterly pleasurable punishment of her lips, his tongue thrusting, mimicking what his thick cock was bound to do in minutes, seconds.

  With his free hand, he reached for his fly, fingers fumbling over the belt, undoing it as quickly as he could. Moving away from her he let her wrists go, tore off his T-shirt with one quick tug, revealing a mouthwatering chest and torso that was lean muscle and flat abs, the lightest smattering of dark curling hair in the center of his chest and trailing below his navel.

  Staying in position, her arms still against the wall, she licked her lips at the sight of him, she couldn’t help herself. He was so deliciously built, all of that tight golden skin stretched over firm, unforgiving muscle. His biceps rippled as he reached for her with his free hand, his pectoral muscles flexing and to her, he was the epitome of male perfection.

  “I want you.” His frank statement weakened her knees and he grabbed her wrists once again, his gentle touch making her quake with need. She nodded her head in agreement, unable to form words.

  He’d stolen all logic and all she could do was see and feel, be consumed by him. His hands went to the waistband of his jeans, undoing the tabs, spreading the front placket open and she caught a glimpse of black cotton beneath.

  Without hesitation she reached for him, her hand sneaking in to stroke against his cotton-covered cock. A harsh breath escaped him when she made contact, her fingers curling around his heated erection before she dipped beneath his underwear to touch firm, velvety skin.

  “Ah God, Blair.” He sounded ready to lose it, barely able to restrain himself and she stroked him, her fingers doing a slow up and down glide, her thumb smoothing over the head of his cock. Tiny drops of pre-come glistened from the tip and she smoothed it all over, using it as lubrication so her hand could do an even easier slide.

  “You’re so big. I can’t wait to have you inside of me.”

  Her words seemed to be his final straw. He reached for her, his hands wrapping around her butt. He lifted her with ease, as if she weighed nothing and her legs slipped automatically around his waist. He pinned her to the wall, his thick cock rising between them, her breasts nestled against his chest. She slid her arms around his neck, pressed tightly against him.

  His hand slithered down, teasing her damp curls, a single digit flicking her clit, searching her folds. “God, you’re wet. Hot.”

  “Fuck me, please,” she begged, her voice throaty, her entire body on fire for him. The head of his cock nudged at her entrance and she was dying for it, dying for him to thrust his way into her. Fuck her hard, fuck her until she couldn’t feel anything but the push and pull of his rigid flesh sinking into her wet pussy.

  Rick’s breath came in harsh pants, his cock twitching, ready to bury himself inside of this woman who was making him crazy. Pressing one hand against the wall, his fingers close to her head, he thrust upward, filling her to the hilt, making her cry out. The breathy sounds she made making him shudder.

  Her cunt clenched tight like a hot little fist wrapped around his dick, and he gritted his teeth. Held still for what felt like a lifetime while his cock throbbed, her swollen tissues surrounding him. It took everything he had not to pump like a madman, she felt so good, so fucking right.

  Opening his eyes, he stared at her flushed face, her swollen mouth—lips swollen by his kisses. He couldn’t believe he had Blair naked in his arms, her nipples brushing against his chest, his cock cradled inside her sweet little body. He’d thought of this moment, dreamed of it and now that it was actually happening, he wanted to savor it. Burn the memories they were making together forever in his brain.

  He was secretly afraid it might not last. He wanted to make the most of the next few hours.

  Slowly he started to move, withdrawing nearly all the way before thrusting home again. And again. With his every push she whimpered, her hands clutching him tightly, her face a mask of agonized pleasure. Her legs shifted, her hips tilting, sending him deeper and he groaned as his movements became faster, faster and sweat dripped down his forehead, blurring his vision.

  “Don’t stop,” she whispered. As if he could. “Faster, Rick, please.”

  That he could definitely do. And he did, ramming hard inside of her. Her body whacked against the wall with each thrust and then she cried out his name, her body shuddering around his dick, her cunt fluttering in a rhythmic motion that sent him straight into orgasm.

  With a growl, he spilled inside of her, filling her as he thrust hard, as deep as he could get. Her damp body accepted him, her limbs clinging to his form as if she never wanted to let go. And when he was finished, when the last tremor that wracked his body finally stopped, he buried his face in her hair, inhaled the sweet scent.

  “Wow,” she whispered against his neck, and he chuckled.

  An understatement if he’d ever heard one.

  “Yeah,” he replied, lifting his head so he could stare down at her beautiful face. “Wow.”

  Her eyes drifted open, glittering like the bluest sky in the dim light. A satisfied smile curved her lips, and she arched against him. His cock stirred to life just like that and he shook his head, surprised.

  Surprised he was ready to go for it all over again.

  “That was…” she paused, kissed him once, then again, “…amazing.”

  “Definitely.” He found it hard to speak, hard to think. It was difficult to function when he had his dick inside her throbbing wet center and his jeans falling around his ankles.

  “I want more.” Blair smiled, kissed him again, this time her tongue making a delicious appearance. “Lots more.”

  “Your wish is my command.” He’d give her anything she wanted as long as it made her happy.

  “You mean that don’t you?” Her fingers threaded through his hair at the base of his neck, stroking softly and it felt so good he sighed.

  The woman knew how to touch him, how to make him feel good. As if she’d been doing it forever.

  He nodded and then kissed her, his tongue doing a leisurely search of her mouth before withdrawing and he heard her sigh. “I do.”

  “Then take me to your bed. Make love to me all night.”

  He couldn’t help but notice her choice of words, wondered if she really meant them. Making love.

  Something he wouldn’t dwell on.

  Reluctantly he withdrew from her, set her on her feet so he could kick off his jeans. She watched him, eagerness written over her always expressive face, her gaze zeroing in on his crotch. His cock swelled to bursting.

  “You’re already hard.” She sounded surprised. Pleased.

  “All because of you.” He didn’t want to sound corny, but hell, it was the truth.

  “Really?” Her eyes went wide, meeting his.

  Rick nodded and lifted her again, ready to carry her into his room. Her legs slipped around him, her soaking wet pussy coming into contact with his stomach and he hoped he’d make it to his bedroom.

  Though with how good she felt, he’d be lucky to make it to the hallway before throwing her down on the floor and fucking her senseless.

  “I want to suck your cock,” she whispered in his ear. He stumbled over his own feet.

  Forget the hallway. He’d drop her now if she wrapped those luscious lips around his dick and sucked him dry.

  “Right now,” she continued, her lips bru
shing his earlobe, her voice husky, sultry. Seductive.

  “Gimme a minute, baby. Let’s get to my bedroom.”

  “We fucked without a condom.”

  Rick stopped and she shifted so her gaze met his, her expression serious. “Shit, babe, I’m sorry. I didn’t even think.”

  “I didn’t either. Don’t worry.” She smiled, those tempting lips curving prettily. “I’m clean. I’m on the pill. I always used condoms with…”

  Her voice trailed off, and he knew exactly who she referred to. Fuck, the last jackass he wanted to think of at this moment.

  Choosing to ignore her last statement, he started walking again, heading straight for the bedroom. “I’m clean too. And I always suit up. But I gotta admit, it felt fucking amazing being inside of you, just skin on skin.”

  “I know,” she agreed, nibbling on his neck. “It was unbelievable. I can’t wait to do it again.”

  “I can’t either.”

  “Right after I suck you off.”

  “Well yeah.”

  He wasn’t about to protest.

  Chapter Four

  “You sure you don’t want anything?” Rick looked into his near empty refrigerator, grabbing a bottle of beer for himself and waited for Blair’s reply.

  “Do you have bottled water?”

  Actually he did. He always kept a few in the fridge so he could take one when he went to the gym. Not that he’d had much time for that lately what with work keeping him there ’til long after closing time.

  Thanks to the workout this weekend, he didn’t feel guilty about neglecting the gym anymore.

  Grabbing the water, he shut the refrigerator door and headed back to his bedroom. There was nothing better than a Sunday afternoon spent lazing around in bed watching a football game with his favorite team playing.

  His heart stopped short at the sight on his bed when he entered the room. Well, now he could think of something a lot better.

  Like Blair stretched out across his bed, lying on her stomach. Completely naked and reading the Sunday newspaper sales ads.

  Her head lifted, a slow smile crossing her face when she saw him. “Oh, you still have water. I thought you might be out.”

  Rick shook his head, handed her the bottle with shaking fingers and she took it, her fingers grazing his before she set the bottle next to her on the bed. Damn, just like that he wanted her. The sight of her plump ass, her long legs bent at the knees, ankles crossed, feet in the air. She was propped on her elbows, her breasts smashed against the mattress though he swore he caught a fleeting glimpse of a delectable pink nipple as she turned the page of a sales insert.

  “Your beloved ’49ers already scored,” she said nonchalantly, her gaze on the photos before her.

  “They did?” Hot damn. The day just kept on getting better and better. Popping the lid off the beer he took a swig and then settled onto the bed, leaning against a pile of pillows. He set the beer on the bedside table, his hands itching to capture one of her waving feet but he held himself in check.

  He’d attacked her like a maniac all weekend. They hadn’t left the apartment since they’d arrived Friday night, choosing to stay in the entire time. They had sex, slept, ate, had more sex, ate a little more, took a shower together, tried to sleep, forgot sleeping and had even more sex.

  Exploring each other’s bodies, sampling each other, it was like a smorgasbord of fucking. With the woman he’d been secretly in love with for months.

  Yep he had just thought the word love in connection with Blair. And he meant it too. This weekend only confirmed it. He’d never been a believer in love at first sight but with Blair, nothing had been normal, familiar. Being with her was exhilarating, life changing and he didn’t want it to stop.

  Ever.

  “I want to go to Target.” She turned another page, loudly wrinkling the paper when she did so and her feet dipped down toward him.

  “Now?”

  She shrugged, her slim shoulders tempting him to lean over and drag his mouth over them. Bite them. Suck on her flesh like some sort of modern day vampire.

  Now he understood the sex appeal of vamps. Seeing her creamy flesh on constant display made him want to nibble every gorgeous inch of her.

  “Maybe,” she finally said, shooting him a coy smile over her shoulder.

  “What are you going to wear?” Her clothes were in a pile on his living room floor where he’d stripped her Friday night. If she’d worn anything the last two days, she had slipped on one of his old T-shirts or even a pair of his boxers.

  But within minutes, somehow, she always ended up out of them.

  “I don’t know, go naked? Think anyone would protest?” She giggled, flipped yet another page.

  “I wouldn’t.” Her toes wiggled in his direction and he leaned forward, capturing them with the tips of his fingers. She squealed, tried to jerk her foot away but he wouldn’t let go.

  Forgetting the football game, forgetting his beer, he got on his knees. She uncrossed her ankles and pressed her legs into the mattress, spreading them the slightest bit.

  Her movements gave him a teasing glimpse of her glistening pink cunt. His cock hardened at the sight, tenting his boxers and he slid his hands up the inside of her calves.

  “Your team is getting ready to score again.” Her voice was breathless, her legs trembling beneath his touch and he smiled, caressed the backs of her knees.

  “That’s great.” He could care less. His fingers stroked the inside of her soft thighs, prying them even further apart and her head fell forward, her messy blonde hair covering her face.

  The scent of her arousal surrounded him and he breathed deeply, wondered if he’d ever tire of the smell. He loved how responsive she was, how turned on she became just by his simple touch. Resting his hand on one lush cheek, he squeezed her ass, savoring her soft skin.

  A low murmur of pleasure escaped her and he smoothed his hand over first one cheek, then the other, his fingers teasing the crack of her ass. She squirmed beneath his hand, he knew exactly what she wanted but he wouldn’t give it to her.

  Not yet.

  “Mmm.” The purr of pleasure that escaped her made his cock throb. She lifted her ass, the blatant invitation not lost on him and his fingers dipped, grazing her soaking wet pussy lips. She arched into his touch but he moved away, his hands resting on the backs of her thighs instead.

  “Rick.” She sounded pouty, her ass slumping in seeming defeat and she spread her legs even more, giving him an ample view of everything she had.

  The little tramp. His little tramp. She knew he wouldn’t be able to resist that.

  “Lift up, baby.” He cleared his throat, anticipation filling him at what he was about to do.

  They’d done a lot together during this short weekend, and she’d been so open to everything. Adventurous, unafraid, completely uninhibited. Like some sort of dream woman that he’d conjured up in his imagination. It was as if she were made for him, she fit him and his tastes perfectly.

  Now he wondered if he was going to push her too far. Only one way to find out.

  “Lift up?” Blair glanced over her shoulder, a thick lock of wavy hair falling over her eye. She blew it out of the way, her pursed lips causing him to think all kinds of nasty thoughts.

  “Yeah.” He nodded, slapping her ass and the sound reverberated throughout the room. As did the little scream she gave when he smacked her. “Get on your knees, babe. I’m going to slide underneath you.”

  She scrambled to her knees, spreading them to give him room and he slid beneath her much like he slid beneath a car to check it out when he was at work.

  Only this view was a whole lot better. Her slender thighs on either side of his head, her fragrant cunt hovering above his face. The tufts of dark blonde curls gleamed with her juices, her hardened clit peeking from between her pouting pussy lips.

  He’d never seen a more tantalizing sight.

  His hands curved around her shapely buttocks, clutching her and he lifted his
head, his tongue snaking out to tease her clit. She jolted in his grip and her legs spread as wide as they could, bringing her pussy closer to his mouth.

  Rick breathed deeply then tongued her once more, sliding through her folds and gathering her creamy essence. A low moan ripped through her and she dipped her head, her hair spilling around her face. Their gazes met, locked and he tongued her again, swirling it around her plump clit, watching her the entire time.

  “That feels good,” she whispered, sincerity and something else, something he didn’t quite recognize, shining in her eyes.

  “You taste good.” She did. He could lick her all day, all night. Consume her. She was soaked—ripe and ready for him all of the time and it thrilled him. The way she responded, the way she took him easily.

  She tossed her head, arching her back, arching her cunt against his mouth and he devoured her, his tongue and lips everywhere. He teased the flexing entrance of her pussy and it pulsated against the tip of his tongue, trying to draw him in. Blair ground against his face, the little gasps coming from her indicating she was already close.

  He wanted her to come on his face, wanted to feel her fall apart around him. His hands tightened on her ass, fingers digging into her skin and her pussy clenched. Drawing her clit into his mouth, he sucked hard, his tongue laving the tight little bud and she shattered, a keening cry escaping her as her cunt fluttered and convulsed against his mouth.

  Beautiful. Unbelievably sexy. He never wanted this to stop, didn’t want reality to intrude.

  But he knew it would have to. Eventually.

  Blair gasped, breathed deeply, trying to calm her racing heart. Rick had given her the most spectacular orgasm and his mouth was still buried against her shuddering pussy. His tongue lapped slowly, bringing her down from her climax, making her tingle and she slowly relaxed, her bones liquefying with his every soft lick.

  “Move forward a little bit,” he encouraged, his voice raspy, his mouth moving against her sensitive outer lips.

  She did, wondering what he was doing, wanting nothing more than to have his thick cock deep inside her.