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Richard laughed and took her other nipple into his mouth.

“Richard!” she cried in frustration as she arched, forcing more of her glorious breast into his mouth.

He relented. Perhaps he wouldn’t torture her much the first time. Perhaps he wasn’t as patient as he thought he was. Richard sucked more of her into his mouth while his hand played with her other breast, circling, caressing her taut peak.

She had a magnificent body, his lovely actress. Her body was athletically built. Must have been the result of prancing around on stage all day. But she was rounded in all the right places, her curves soft and succulent. And the taste of her… The simple thought of her made his mouth water, but just a taste drove him to corners of paradise he hadn’t been to before.

She writhed beneath him, her warm body beckoning him to enter her. Her whimpers of pleasure promised to envelop him in bliss.

“Please,” she cried as she raised her hips.

And it was the last straw. He couldn’t deny her pleasure just like he couldn’t deny her anything.

But when she pleaded with him, her eyes dark with passion, her lips swollen with his kisses, her cheeks red, and her hair tousled on the coverlet, he didn’t have any resolve at all.

He hovered over her as he placed his cock against her center. She immediately raised her hips, taking in his tip.

Richard let out half laugh, half hiss. She was impatient. But he was dying to be inside her, too.

With one hard thrust, Richard seated himself inside her velvet warmth. She cried from the impact, her fingers biting into the flesh of his back. Her eyes were hooded with passion, her mouth half-opened.

She beckoned him to continue, but he paused and grimaced. The overwhelming need to come inside her right that moment almost overtook him. He gritted his teeth, forcing his mind to a less erotic place, anything other than his new bride lying in front of him, naked and—

Blast! It wasn’t working.

He withdrew just a little before plunging in again, his loins burning on the precipice of rapture. Richard forced his mind to wander again. He tried counting from ten to one in Greek, his mind finally getting distracted.

He took a deep breath as the feeling let go just a little.

Then he opened his eyes and studied Jo’s passion-filled gaze.

“Damn you, Jo,” he said hoarsely, then planted a hard kiss on her mouth. “You’re too fucking enticing. I can’t last long.”

Jo slid her hands down to his buttocks. “I don’t want long,” she whispered. “I want hard.”

Richard let out a chuckle. Then he kissed her again. “Wrap your legs around me, darling,” he whispered against her lips.

When she obeyed, Richard started moving relentlessly against her, driving his cock deep inside her, withdrawing and driving again. The bed shook with his every thrust, and Jo let out a tiny yelp. She weaved her hands behind his back, her fingers biting into his skin, her nails scraping his back.

The painful sensation only added to his excitement as he thrust into her like a mad, wild beast, feeding the flames of his passion until there was nothing but bliss.

Doubt flickered at the back of his mind, so he pulled away at the last second and spilled his seed on her belly.

His arms shook as he hovered over her, his body slick with sweat, his breath labored.

Jo was also breathing heavily, a strand of her hair stuck to her forehead and cheek. Richard gently swept it away before lowering his head and sucking on her lips.

She was so sweet. So delicious. He couldn’t keep his mouth off her. It was as if he was enchanted and had no will of his own.

She smiled against his lips and caressed his sweat-dampened skin. With a groan, Richard rolled off her and walked into his dressing room. He cleaned himself up and then brought a wet towel to her. He cleaned their mutual juices off her, threw away the towel, and then lay down next to her.

Jo immediately scooted toward him and laid her head on his chest. Richard collected her against his side and kissed her hair.

She ran her finger against his abdomen, tickling him. Richard chuckled and caught her hand. “Don’t. Not yet. Let me rest a bit.”

She raised her eyes to his. “You like it?” she asked coquettishly.

“I like it when you touch me. No matter where,” he said and kissed her fingers.