Free FUR FOR ALL, Book 5 in FIXED by Christine Warren

be easier on her anyway. Now that he was already inside, he could ride her harder than he could if he withdrew completely and forced her to take him all over again.
    He stood there, muscles trembling, cock just barely inside her, poised on the brink of his next thrust with her body soft and pliant beneath him, but he wanted more. He wanted her to look at him. To watch him while he fucked her, while he claimed her. Ignoring the unfamiliar feeling of possession, he leaned down to bite her lip, to get her attention. Her eyes flew open, once again dazed and dilated, and struggled to focus on him.
    “Eyes open, Tess.” He order was gruff and harsh and he didn’t care. “Watch me. Watch me fucking you.” She whimpered and shook her head, but she didn’t close her eyes. He grunted and leaned more heavily over her. “Good. Now take me.”
    He thrust home with heavy force, spearing her so deeply he thought he could feel the back of her womb. She screamed and he froze, afraid he had hurt her, but her body trembled around him and her hips lifted toward him, so he relaxed and began to fuck her in earnest.
    Over and over he thrust inside her, riding her hard. She felt so amazing around him, milking his cock, squirming and writhing beneath him. Her fingernails bit into his bare shoulders, cutting deeply, but the pain only egged him on. She cried out with nearly every thrust now, her knees gripping his hips as he drove high and hard inside her. He felt himself approaching meltdown and grabbed her hips to hold her still as he threw his hips harder against her. He battered into her, unable to be gentle, unable to hold back. All he could do was ride out the madness by riding her hard toward climax.
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    He felt it hit her unexpectedly. One moment she twisted and struggled beneath him, trying to get closer and get away all at once, and the next she clamped around him like a vise, arms, thighs and pussy tightening and gripping him to her. She screamed, the sound issuing hoarsely from her raw throat, and her body arched like a bow beneath him, coming up off the surface of the table until only her head and her hips supported her.
    Rafe wrapped his arms around her holding her steady while he continued to drive inside her. Thrusting was more difficult now, as her body struggled to keep him inside, but he forced through her resistance with half a dozen savage thrusts until the pleasure took him, too, dragging him over the edge of climax.
    He poured himself into her on a rough shout, feeling his very being drain out of him and into her warm, encompassing body. Then he collapsed onto her, pinning her to the hard table, thinking with a sense of dread and wonder that he hadn’t nearly finished with her yet.
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    Chapter Seven

    Tess kept her eyes closed and tried to figure out what the hell had just happened. Well, aside from the most amazing orgasm of her life, of course.
    Somehow her evening, which had started with a bowl of pasta and a seven-hundredth viewing of her copy of Best in Show on DVD had ended with mind-blowing sex on the entry table in the front hallway of the apartment of a man she’d never met before…oh, three hours earlier. With a man she’d never met before three hours earlier.
    The man in question turned his head, stubble rasping against her throat, and swept his rough, agile tongue along the tendon connecting her neck to her shoulder. Then he purred, and Tess felt the sound rumbling through her, from where his mouth pressed to her shoulder to where his cock still pressed hot and hard inside her.
    Her eyes flew open. Still hard ?
    He stirred on top of her, inside her and his hands slid down from her hips, over her legs, stopping when they felt the bunched fabric around her ankles. Oh, God. She was still wearing her jeans. She felt her cheeks flame.
    He murmured something against her throat, shifting his weight to keep her pinned while he tugged off her short boots and stripped her