Free The Nightlife San Antonio: (Urban Fantasy Romance) (The Nightlife Series) by Travis Luedke Page B

harder.
    He pushed harder. “Oh God!” It hurt, but then something gav e way, and he slid in. The restriction was gone, along with the pain.
    He stopped again, a funk y look dawning across his face. “Why didn’t you tell me you were a virgin?”
    She shook her head and looked down to see the proof on his cock, the telltale virgin blood. It all clicked into place, the pain, the restriction. “I didn’t know.”
    “How do you not know? I mean … you can suck the chrome off a trailer hitch, but you’re a virgin?”
    He started to withdraw, but she clung to him. “It’s okay now, it doesn’t really hurt anymore.” He pulled out even further and she reached down to hold his cock in place. “I want this. I want you.”
    His eyebrows pulled together in consternation, and his hard cock still pulsed with life in her hand. The man was fighting off his need in order to avoid hurting her any further. He was proving her instincts correct. He was trustworthy.
    She hooked her heels around his ass and scooted her hips up, s hoving him back inside with a deliciously agonizing grind. “Oh, that didn’t hurt at all.”
    Her hands gripped his ass tightly an d pulled, getting another inch. Just a little more and she might actually fit it all in. Then he leaned forward, and changed angle to grind low and hard.
    His hands came up as his weight settled, pushing even farther inside her. He wrapped her head in his hands and came eye to eye with her. “I need to see you. Don’t close your eyes. I want to see you.”
    She couldn’t speak with all that cock inside of her. She nodded as much as he would let her. Then she realized he hadn’t actually been lying at all, just lying on top of her. His thighs bulged with strength as he ground down into her hard. “Oh shit! Where does that thing end?”
    Then he pulled almost all the way out, and she gripped his shoulders to keep him from escaping, “Don’t stop dammit!”
    “I’m just getting warmed up, girl.” He grinned and dropped all his weight, burying yards of cock up into her lungs, squ eezing all the air from her. She gasped to breathe.
    A gain, and again, he rowed that boat ashore, thrusting hard and deep, hammering so far up in her that it felt like his cock was the reason her heart beat. Without warning he shifted all his weight to one arm and slipped his left hand down between her legs to find exactly what she hoped he was going for.
     
     
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    She was so damn tight, felt like a crime to dig that far into her. But he would gladly break that law over and over. She didn’t look like she was in pain, not exactly, but she squirmed non-stop, squealing every time he moved. And when he found the wet, juicy nub of her clit, she began moaning, almost purring.
    He knew when he sent her over the edge, because she went off like a firecracker, grinding her hips, crying out, and grabbing ahold of him like a drowning woman. He rode the wave of her orgasm, until he simply couldn’t hold back anymore.
    The feel of her con vulsive, wet squeeze, seeing his effect on her, Adrian sunk it all into her, thrusting hard enough to make her grunt, then he unloaded. As he groaned with the pleasure of her slick, hot glove, she reared up and latched onto his neck, again.
    He was too far gone to sp eak or even try to pull her off him, too lost in the moment. She bit in hard and deep with those chompers, and that’s when he was truly lost in a sea of sensation, a heavenly bliss like nothing else.
    Sometime later, he found himself laid out on top of her in a dazed stupor. Must have blacked out or something. She was breathing hard and smoothing her fingertips over his back as she crooned with a weird humming sound. His weak arms barely found the strength to lift off of her, but as soon as he started to pull back she grabbed him tightly. “No, don’t move!”
    So he stayed there, propped on shaky hands, still buried inside her wet squeeze, his mind a fuzzy blur. “What did you do to