Free Vital Signs by Em Petrova

He wagged his head back and forth, lapping her whole pussy. Her clit seemed to swell on his tongue.
    And then she was coming a second time, grinding, screaming his name.
    If Corey walked away right now, he’d do so with enough fantasy fodder to last a lifetime. But no way was he walking away.
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    Sarita collapsed, her thigh muscles jelly and unable to support her. But she didn’t need them to because Corey had her in his arms, carrying her to her bedroom.
    “Corey, you can’t lift—” she started to protest.
    “You don’t weigh much. Besides, I’m healed. Just waiting for the damn doctor to sign the papers.”
    She made a noise of assent. Anticipating their night ahead, she had the covers turned down and fresh sheets ready.
    He lay her down, his eyes dark with want. “You’re fucking beautiful.”
    “I need you.”
    He kissed her, nudging his thick, lightly furred thigh between hers. She wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock and guided it where she wanted it most. When he broke the kiss and grasped her wrist, she understood.
    He wants to take control.
    “Spread your legs wide for me.”
    Need whipped her senses. She parted her thighs far, her ankles reaching toward the sides of the bed. As he teased her clit with the tip of his cock, he stared into her eyes. “Look at me entering you. I want you to know who’s taking you.”
    She let her gaze skitter over his handsome face to his chest where the pink-edged wound still healed, to his carved abs. His thick length nestled at her pussy lips. As he pushed it into her opening, her pussy clenched around him.
    Need fired in her veins. Finally, she’d found the true Corey. The strong man who could take her to this place.
    In one hard thrust, he joined them. She cried out. Their gazes locked, and he started to move. Twisting her hair in his fists and pinning her to the bed, his mouth bruising on hers as he took her with a roughness she’d never had and always desired.
    Surrender. Her mind gave up completely, her body trusting him to carry her safely to the moon and back. As he tangled his tongue with hers in a primitive kiss, she tasted herself and the earthy musk that was Corey. She scraped her short nails over his skull. When he grunted, she gave up a little more control and scored his shoulders.
    “Dammit, woman, you’re gonna pay for that.”
    Excitement struck her belly and started a low flutter. He’d touched something deep inside her that was going to send her shooting into outer space.
    He pounded into her with a vigor that scooted her up the mattress. She clung to him. But he reared back, withdrew from her body, and flipped her.
    She lay on her stomach, stunned. He grabbed her hips, his fingers biting perfectly into her skin, and yanked her ass toward his cock. For a moment she thought he might claim her there, but in one fast glide, his cock stretched her pussy again.
    She cried out. Churned her hips to bring him deeper. When his palm glanced off her ass, the crack sounded like thunder. Goosebumps broke over her, and she lay panting. More alive than she’d ever felt.
    “Dammit, I marked your skin.” He caressed her globe where the heat of his handprint still lived. The warm spread along her skin to engulf her pussy.
    She glanced over her shoulder. “Don’t stop.”
    Her hoarse words made his eyes roll back in his head for a second before he got hold of himself and delivered five intense cracks to her backside.
    She cried out with every one, rising to meet his hand.
    Deep in her core, his cock twitched. “Hell, you like that, don’t you? You need it.”
    “The stress. Yes. Please, Corey.”
    He delivered two more sound slaps, one to each cheek. Then he gave a guttural grunt and began pounding into her hard. Drawing her back to meet his thrusts, sinking farther into her tight sheath with each motion.
    His breathing rasped in her ear, his strong body blanketing hers. When he stiffened, her own body stopped her observations. She