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of control, reckless with heat. She’d also never been with anyone so large before, and the fullness was almost overwhelming, especially standing up.
    “So wet,” he growled—and she wrapped her arms around his neck and held on tight as
    he pumped into her welcoming flesh.

    “All day,” she admitted between breaths. “And last night. Oh God!” she cried as he filled
    her again, again. “Fuck me,” she whispered in his ear.
    She never said things like that during sex—but again, she’d never been with Damon
    Andros. He clearly drove her to new heights—or maybe depths.
    “Fuck me,” she said again. “Fuck me.”
    “I’m fucking you, babe,” he assured her. “I’m fucking you hard.”
    They moved together, firm strokes that echoed through every inch of her body, and she met them, pressing down, her moves rubbing her clit against him in front.
    “So big,” she breathed. “So big in me.”
    “Ah, baby—yeah,” he said, his voice filled with a dirty arrogance she felt to her soul. And  then he thrust even deeper, and she knew he wanted her to feel every hard inch, wanted  her to know exactly how big he was.
    Intense pleasure reverberated through the small of her back and down her thighs, and weakness threatened to make her collapse. Damon kissed her roughly, and their ragged breathing nearly drowned out the echo of music through the door.
    “Let me see your tits,” he demanded, the words darting jaggedly through her. He couldn’t  reach them himself since he had to hold on to her with both hands to keep their bodies  interlocked—and she never could have dreamed she’d find such a command hot, but she  did. She hurried to yank at the buttons of her blouse, then reached up to shove both bra  straps off her shoulders. The cups dropped and her breasts tumbled free, and she  instantly loved having revealed herself to him.
    He let out a groan as his eyes dropped to her chest, and she found herself arching involuntarily forward. “Suck them,” she said.
    Another rough growl left him as he bent to take one turgid nipple into his mouth, pulling on it hard.
    “Oh God,” she murmured. “Oh God, yes.”
    She was getting closer, closer—she was going to come.
    “Fuck me,” she pleaded again. “Fuck me.”
    He continued driving his cock deep and suckling her breast as she moved against him in the hot, tight circles that brought her the most pleasure.
    “Oh…” she moaned, lost to the sensations, eyes shut now. She forgot they were in a  closet half undressed, forgot she barely knew him, forgot this was the most illicit sex she’d  ever even come close to having—and exploded in orgasm. She cried out as it rushed  through her, pulsing outward from her cunt all the way to her fingers and toes. “Yes, yes,  yes,” she sobbed until finally the waves began to calm and total weakness pervaded her  body.
    Opening her eyes, she caught a glimpse of the bare light bulb above her, another of her pointed nipples below, glistening from his ministrations—and felt like someone else. Until she met his gaze, her arms resting around his neck, and then she felt like no one but herself, living out the naughtiest of fantasies—naughtier, in fact, than any she’d ever even had. “Oh God,” she breathed.

    “Good?” he asked, those sexy brown eyes still filled with saturating heat.
    “Mmm,” she sighed with one slow, well-pleasured nod. “Now…fuck me some more. Fuck  me ’til you come.” Brenna hadn’t been herself since arriving in Sin City, and she saw no  reason to change that now.
    With their gazes still locked, he tightened his grasp on her bottom, his fingers digging in slightly. Then, teeth clenched, he drove into her—once, twice, again, again—slow, hard thrusts that reached her very core. Her body jolted with each, her breasts jiggling. At moments, her head dropped back, her eyes shutting, but when she opened them again,  Damon’s gaze always met hers, and such stark intimacy