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imagined.
    “Dear God… I can’t take much more. Make me
come or I’ll do it myself.”
    Loving the sexy rasp of her voice and the
blatant need in her words, I tempt and tease her further. “And how do you want to come, sweetheart? Do
you want my cock inside you when you do?”
    “Yes!” She shouts it like she’s having an
epiphany. “That’s exactly what I want.” She shoves my shoulder,
pushing me to lay flat on the bed. Her hot hands latch onto my
underwear and yank them down my hips. “Do you have a condom in your
wallet? I can’t wait any longer.”
    “I do.” I start to rise to retrieve it, only
to be halted by a firm hand on my chest.
    “Is it in your jeans? I’ll go get it.”
Katrina flies naked from the bed, scampers into the bathroom, and
shouts in glee when she finds what she’s looking for.
    In a flash she’s back by my side, a wild
look of lust on her features. “Don’t move! I got this.”
    She rips open the condom wrapper and makes
short work of encasing me in it. “So freakin’ hot for you right
now… you have no idea.”
    “Tell me what you want and I’ll do it.” I
want desperately to please her, to help her break through the years
of locking her passion away.
    “I want you to stop talking for a moment and
let me fuck you—hard.”
    I smile at the feral look on her face and
wisely refrain from commenting further. Katrina straddles my hips
and guides me into her waiting heat. “Oh… oh… yeah… that’s what
I’ve been missing.”
    She slams herself down on my hips, her feet
planted firmly on the futon while she crouches over me. Her strong
legs support her while she pumps up and down on my length, taking
her pleasure exactly as she wants it.
    “Oh…” Her mouth then opens in a silent O, no
sound escaping as she rides me for all she’s worth.
    I reach one hand to tickle my thumb over her
clit, eager to help her reach completion. The wetness and heat
surrounding me increases. Her moans and groans gain in intensity as
she continues her relentless pace.
    “Now… oh God… it’s happening now.”
    No sooner does she say the words when I feel
her body begin to ripple around mine, shuddering with the strength
and depth of her release. I never let up with my thumb, if anything
going faster when I know she’s cresting.
    “Y-y-yesss! Fuck that pussy. Yes!”
    I smile inside. Here I was hoping she’d be a
moaner and it turns out she’s a hellfire who likes to talk dirty,
too.
    The shudders in her body lessen and she
collapses forward, falling to her knees and resting on my
chest.
    “Holy hell. That was fucking fantastic,” she
says while snuggling up to my neck.
    “What’s the verdict?” I ask, lying tense
beneath her with my own aching need. “Did you get your mojo
back?”
    “Oh yeah…. I certainly did. It went on and
on… very nice.”
    I run a hand down her sweaty back, my length
throbbing inside her. I wrap my arms around her like she’s a
fragile object and gently roll her underneath me.
    “Good, because we’re not done yet.”

 
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter Nine
    Katrina
     
    Marcus’s words send a thrill up my spine, and his
actions have me wrapping my legs around his hips, ready to hold on
for whatever comes next. His broad chest and slim waist feel
incredible pressed against me, and his lean muscular legs have me
eager to see how flexible he is. Maybe I can talk him into yoga
sex. That might be fun.
    “Is it your turn now?” I ask, a lazy smile
forming on my face.
    He slides out of me and gently unwraps my
legs. “Not quite. You really think I’d settle for just one orgasm
from you? Now that I know what you’re capable of, I intend to make
you scream.”
    A tingle washes over me as he scoots down
the mattress. His hot breath fans my thighs as his lips kiss a
trail to the juncture between my legs. My hips move in a slow
circle, eager for whatever delights he has in store for me.
    “Oh no, you hold still.” He clamps down on
my hips, pinning me