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how wet you get for me.” The tip of his cock breached her opening. She moaned and wrapped her legs around his back, forcing him in deeper. His earthy scent closed over her and she thought she’d go mad with desire.
    “Please, Mitch,” she begged, threading her fingers through his hair.
    There was such tenderness in his gaze when his eyes locked on hers. “Please what?”
    Desperation to feel him inside her fueled her on. She touched his cheek. “I need you to fuck me.”
    With that, he offered her his entire length. She let out a little gasp as his girth pushed open the tight walls of her pussy. Her heart increased its tempo and a shudder raced through her.
    They were joined as one, and Mitch began moving, rocking his hips slowly. The sweet friction took her places she’d never been before, filling her with need, with longing.
    Together they established a rhythm, meeting and welcoming every push, each giving and taking at the same time.
    She pressed her breasts against his chest and moved beneath him. Heat poured from his body to hers, back to his again. Moaning deep in his throat, Mitch cradled her in his arms, his cock stroking the spot that needed it most, bringing her to the edge in record time. The man certainly had a talent for knowing just how she liked it, just what she needed.
    Even though their lovemaking was softer, slower, deeper, and far more tender than last time, it didn’t mean it was any less powerful. In fact, it was so raw, so powerful, and so intimate it sent a riot of emotions coursing through her.
    Eyes full of want, he shot her a tender look of intimacy. Her throat clogged, her insides turned to mush.
    “You feel so good,” he whispered.
    Her thoughts scattered. All she knew was she never wanted this to end. She wanted to keep him inside her forever, but the pressure building in her body became too much to bear. Her tongue found the warmth of his mouth again. He kissed her with such passion, it left her gulping for her very next breath.
    Her pussy muscles quaked and gripped him hard. A growl crawled out of his throat as her tension mounted. Concentrating on the tiny points of pleasure, she gripped his backside, following his motion with her hands, urging him on.
    The world around her went fuzzy; her entire body burned from the inside out. “Harder, Mitch,” she cried out as a powerful orgasm rolled through her.
    Mitch began panting, picking up the tempo, driving her to the moon and back over and over, giving her body what it needed to bring her to the peak and keep her there. As her muscles quaked and quivered in erotic delight, she felt his cock clench and throb, and knew his orgasm was fast approaching.
    He tangled his fingers through her hair. Moisture sealed their bodies together. “Sara…” He called out her name and stilled as his own orgasm tore through him. Balancing his weight on his arms, Mitch lay on top of her with his chest rising and falling in an erratic pattern. His lips closed over hers for a soft, tender kiss. Everything in her reached out to him. He stayed inside her for a long time, until his cock grew flaccid and slipped out.
    Mitch inched back and discarded his condom. He rolled to his side and tugged her along with him. When their eyes met, it triggered a craving she couldn’t sate.
    He angled his head, his gaze going to the sexy toys she’d purchased. “So I take it you had this seduction planned all along.” She could hear the pleasure in his voice.
    “I think we already established that I’m a wild, wanton woman, Mitch.”
    “Who wants to be tied up and spanked,” he added, humor edging his voice.
    Chuckling softly, she asked, “Are you making fun of me?”
    “Hell, no. I just never met a woman as open and uninhibited as you. And it’s not every day a woman asks me to tie her up and spank her.” He dropped a kiss onto her mouth.
    “Not every day?” she asked.
    A slow lazy grin tugged at his lips. “Nope. More like every second day.”
    Sara laughed