Free Arrested Love by Jean Baker

 
     
    Nothing is better than waking, cuddled in the spoon position with a powerful male, a rock, hard cock moving between your thighs unless it’s—Goldie rolled to her back—in your hot sex. Already slick in readiness, her core throbbed as Duncan placed his knees between her thighs, and parted her knees wide. Braced on his hands, his upper body reared up and he slammed in her. His eyes were closed.
    “Aiiiiii! So good. Damn, Duncan, are you asleep?”
    “Yeah, and I’m having a dream you would not believe. Either that or I’ve died and am in fucking Heaven.” Rotating hips, and slowly withdrawing his pulsing rod, Duncan opened his eyes. His arms trembled as he gave her face a caressing look. “Tell me, you green-eyed angel—want it slow and easy or fast and hard?”
    For an answer, her claws sank into his ass and pulled him into her weeping tunnel of heat. Her hips thrust up and encompassed his dick. “Hard.” Her knees pulled toward her chest.
    Duncan rose to his knees, braced on her legs, gaining more leverage, and gave her what she wanted, each plunge deeper and harder. He groaned when her pussy clamped down. “We have to slow down; I’m about to lose it.”
    She didn’t care and couldn’t stop. A hurricane of activity in the walls of her cunt drove her into a frenzy, and she came so hard, her breath froze. Her mouth opened to scream but only emitted an animal growl.
    His cock started pulsing in answer to her explosion, and he jerked it out. She cried out, “Nooo!” Holding his member with one hand, giving himself time to slow down, he slid two fingers into her opening, and his thumb began massaging her swollen clit. She bucked hard, suddenly gasped, and then screamed. Inside, his fingers curled up capturing her clit from underneath, and with his thumb above, moved each to a matching rhythm. Her pussy clamped onto his fingers. A wave of a climax washed through her body. Again, she screamed a complaint when he drew back his hand.
    His cock thrummed in answer to her explosion. His breath rasped as his scrotum tried to crawl up his cock, so he drove deep into her again, and again, and again. The world narrowed to the sensations of her searing tunnel, and his member felt hard enough to break diamonds. He sensed everything in his body becoming ready to erupt. As his seed filled her, he arched back and screamed. Her voice joined his. Panting, he rode out the quaking climax.
    Goldie whispered, her voice hoarse, “Please stay inside.”
    He held her knees tight against his chest and tightened his buttock muscles, trying to keep his cock within her clutching and releasing cunt. Their juices slid past his cock and trailed down her ass, onto the bedding.
    With a shuddering sigh, Goldie’s body relaxed and she reached for him. He circled his hands around her upper arm and pulled her toward him. His mouth covered hers and they dropped to the pillows joined together, his legs sprawled across hers. At last, their lips parted and she cradled his face in her hands. “I never imagined it could be this way.”
    “Neither have I.”
     
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    Goldie dug around under her bed for tennis shoes, slipped them on, and pushed her wallet in the hip pocket of her jeans, ready to go shopping. For over a week, Duncan had worn the same dingy blue shirt and trousers he’d shown up in, and every night she laundered them.
    Why wasn’t he wearing the tougher Army fatigues? She picked up her truck keys from the kitchen counter and stepped out on the back porch.
    A ladder leaned against the big barn, and Duncan hammered away at roofing tiles. He leaned over and she grinned at the tear in the seat of his pants. A perfect crescent. She imagined the brown, smiley face the sun would burn into his ass. He stood, perfectly at ease on the twenty-foot high roof, and ran to the front edge of the roof like a mountain goat, waving at her. “Hurry back, baby, I have something for you.”
    Yeah, the same something ready for her when she