Free Primal Force by D. D. Ayres

pressed his rock-hard cock against her so that she understood how ready he was.
    When she could catch her breath, Jori looked up to find him hovering above her, balancing his weight on his hands. “Please tell me you have a condom.”
    He smiled and produced a packet. “I was born prepared.”
    That wasn’t as reassuring as she knew he meant it to sound. No, screw that! She felt wonderful and wanted more. Wanted him.
    She grabbed the packet from him.
    â€œWhat are you doing?”
    She tore it with her teeth. “You’re moving pretty slow for a heartless fucker.”
    He laughed. She made him laugh. Right in the middle of the most intense moments of sex, she’d made him laugh. And it felt good. But she felt better. When she couldn’t get it on him fast enough, he took matters into his own hands.
    When he was done, she lifted a leg and hooked her heel behind his good knee. Law used the advantage of her parted thighs to slide two fingers deep into her sex. She lifted her hips up off the mattress and into the push–pull of his fingers. But that wasn’t how he wanted to be inside her. He wanted to cram the full length of his rigidly erect cock into her. He reached between them to direct his shaft into the hot silky folds of her sex.
    A faint cry escaped Jori as the head of his cock entered her and met resistance. A worrying thought struck her. It had been a long time. Did a woman’s sex close back to virginal status after years of nonuse? Or was he just bigger than she had experienced? She took a couple of quick breaths, telling herself that she could take whatever he had to offer. But a little cry of distress escaped as he pushed into her.
    â€œ Shhh! Don’t force it. It’ll happen.” His whisper was thick with a sex-drugged urgency yet calm, too. As if they had all the time in the world to work out a capacity problem. Only the sweat dripping off the end of his chin onto her neck betrayed how much force he was exerting not to just ram into her.
    Jori gripped his biceps though her fingers didn’t begin to meet around those taut muscles. Then she lifted her legs to wrap them about his waist, hoping to give him easier access. The head of his cock was positioned so naturally between her lips that when he flexed his butt muscles, he slid home easily.
    â€œAh yes. That’s good, Jori. Now hold on tight.” One hand braced against the bedding, his other tightly clamped under her butt, Law began to move her body in a slow, circular in-and-out grind, his whole body flexing when he ended each circle with a deep thrust.
    Jori expelled a soft cry of pleasure each time he thrust, letting his rhythm carry her along until the friction became too much.
    When she came Law didn’t alter his rhythm. He just kept up that slow, mesmerizing grind. Every instinct urged him to move quicker, harder, pound home. But with a kind of perverse pleasure, he held off. Control, in everything. He could do this. Prolong the pleasure. Fresh sweat popped out on his forehead. His face was tight with concentration. The sensation of holding back a dam about to burst, building and building in his groin.
    Finally he felt it, the sudden tension in his shoulders and back, and the extra swelling of his cock inside her. He came in a long hard rush of liquid release that paralyzed him for a second. And then he was riding it out, in long hard strokes that prolonged the sensation of free-fall satisfaction.
    He heard her gasp out his name. Nothing faked about her stuttering breathless response to her third orgasm. Smiling grimly, he clutched her tighter, hips still moving to wring out every ounce of pleasure to be had from her body.

 
    CHAPTER SIX
    Law lay on his back, counting the seconds before he got up.
    Jori hadn’t moved a muscle since he’d rolled away from her. Was she okay? Most women let him know, sometimes in very explicit terms, that he’d satisfied them. Jori had just