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12:02 a.m.…
Bran had never seen anything as gorgeous as Maddy in the throes of rapture. Her head was thrown back, her pretty breasts upthrust, and her beautiful upside-down mouth open in a soundless scream. Her body gripped his, her inner muscles squeezing and contracting and fluttering along his length. It was exotic. Erotic. And at the same time so fundamental that he felt it not just in his cock, but in his bones. In the fabric of his soul.
This was what it was all about. Man and woman coming together to make a more perfect whole. He worked her, stroked her, kept the pleasure and the friction going in an attempt to hang on to that perfection for as long as possible even though it caused his own orgasm to threaten deep in his groin.
With everything he was, he fought off completion. Gritted his teeth. Ran through the roster of the 2009 New York Yankees—as a Newark New Jerseyan that was his team, and they’d been particularly great that year. But it wasn’t enough. Her body milked him, seeming to draw his orgasm closer, closer, ever closer.
No, damnit! Not yet!
He’d fantasized about this moment, dreamed of it for so long. And in all his fantasies, in all his dreams, he was taking her from behind. Again that pop song came to mind.All the right junk in all the right places.That description fit Maddy to a T. And as a bona fide, self-titled ass man, he was determined to watch the round globes of her butt bounce while he slammed his passion into her over and over again. Until he couldn’t stand it. Until the whole world condensed down to the point where their two bodies connected. Until he spilled all his lust, all hisloveinside her.
So when her body went from gripping and sucking to merely trembling, he sent up a silent prayer of thanks that he was able to stave off climax and wasted no time plucking her from the desk—she squealed her surprise—and spinning her around. He bent her forward over the surface and used his feet to spread her legs wide.
Just as he’d known, her bare ass was a wonder to behold. He smacked it just to hear her yelp, just to see the sweet flesh jiggle seductively. She turned to glare at him, still panting.
“Gorgeous,” he told her, rubbing a hand over her plump bottom to sooth the sting of his smack.
Her skin was hot and dewed with sweat, smooth and creamy. Her sex was smoother and creamier still. He could see it open to him below the curves of her butt, teasing him, tormenting him. A siren’s call of woman to man.
With gritted teeth, he fisted the base of his dick and angled himself down, stroking slowly into the hot welcome of her body, watching his length disappear inside her, feeling every nuance of her channel, memorizing each detail of their joining.
“Sweet Jesus!” she moaned as he filled her, stretched her tight.
He set a rhythm sure to build her release even as it tantalized his own. The sound of their bodies slapping together was the sweetest music he’d ever heard. The smell of hot skin and sex the headiest of perfumes. And all the while he loved her, he kneaded her luscious ass. Watching her skin grow flush with renewed desire. Tightening his jaw at the sight of his shaft turning shiny with her juices.
It was heaven.
It was hell.
It was better, hotter, more glorious than all his fantasies, all his dreams had ever been.
Then he heard the telltale catch at the back of her throat. She was there, once more teetering on the brink. He quickened his thrusts and reached around to play with the hard points of her breasts. Gently biting her shoulder, he closed his eyes and let the sensations roll over him, through him. So that this time, when she threw herself off the erotic cliffs, he gladly let her take him with her.
Chapter 23
12:35 a.m.…
“So why did you become a movie buff?” Bran asked curiously, wondering why he’d never thought to ask before.
They were stretched out on the little twin bed, his arm under her head, her leg thrown over his unwounded thigh. And even though his fingers were going numb, he couldn’t make himself move. Lying with Maddy was the closest thing to nirvana he’d ever known.
“Hmm,” she murmured. “I guess I’ve never thought about it before.” She absently played with his nipple. Every time she feathered her fingers across the hardened tip, blood surged to his cock.
He glanced at his watch.
Damn. Just two more hours.
Long enough for him to make love to her two, maybe three more times.
But two or three more times wasn’t going to be enough. Just as he’d feared, a thousand times wasn’t going to be enough.
“But I guess it probably has somethin’ to do with me bein’ the only girl in the family,” she mused. “And the youngest to boot. Watchin’ movies was the only way I could get my brothers to hang out with me. I didn’t hunt or play football, but I could do a pretty meanFootloosedance. I’ve got the moves,” she assured him, pinching his nipple and making his toes curl.
“Don’t I know it.” He slapped her ass.
She squealed, her eyes threatening murder. He smacked a kiss on her mouth and soothed the sting of his hand with a gentle caress.Soft.She was so unspeakably soft. He couldn’t get over it. Couldn’t stop touching her. Couldn’t stopwantingher.
