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Her pants cleared her rear. The pale, soft, golden globes made him pause as he pushed at her shoulder blades, arching her over until she rested against the back pillow.
"Oh hell yes," he whispered as one hand moved over the soft satin flesh. "Beautiful. Just fucking beautiful, baby. "
"You have a thing about butts, Lance. " Her words were part moan as his other hand joined the exploration of the creamy cheeks.
"Oh, baby, you just have no idea. And this pretty butt has to be the finest work of art I've ever seen. "
There wasn't so much as a blemish to mar the soft gold sheen of skin. Her ass was just plump enough for a man to hold on to, and just curved enough to make watching her walk a hobby in and of itself. He did love watching her walk.
"Lance. " She jerked as his fingers slid over the tempting mounds until the tips met soft, delicious, damp heat.
"You're wet, Harmony. " He stepped closer, gripping the shaft of his cock and sliding it through the slick glaze.
"Stop teasing me…"
"But teasing you makes you that much wetter. " He let the head of his cock slide along the sweet folds until it glanced off her swollen clitoris.
Harmony shuddered.
"So warm and wet. " He couldn't help but praise her. Hell, he was damned near drooling for her, and still, just the feel of her was enough to hold him spellbound.
"Lance. I need you. " Her voice throbbed; aching arousal and need turned her normally vibrant tone to a rich, husky
And she needed him.
Lance lifted his head blindly as his cock found the sweet, tight entrance to her pussy. Her muscles gripped him, sucking him in slowly as he rose over her. His hands braced the back of the chair as his lips touched her ear.
"I love you," he whispered gently.
Harmony's cry shocked her. As he whispered those last three words, he thrust inside her, hard and heavy, pushing through sensitive tissue and gripping muscles and sending fire racing through her body.
Her back arched as she tried to straighten, only to find herself held in place by the hard hands that covered hers and the heavy chest against her back.
"You're tight, baby," he crooned at her ear as his hips flexed, caressing her internally as she tried to breathe. She needed to breathe. But every time she tried, he moved again, sending torturous pleasure to tear through her senses.
As she tipped her head back, rumbling cries came from her throat, as his lips caressed her jaw, his teeth raking against it and sending scalding friction to sizzle along her nerve endings.
"I need you…" She could barely speak as she tried to move her hips, fought to work herself on the length of iron impaling her.
God, his cock was so thick it burned as it spread her internal muscles apart.
"You have me, baby. " He nipped at her chin before his lips moved back to her ear.
"Every bit of me. "
He began to move then, with strokes that were in no way easy or gentle. Hunger tore through both of them, sharpening the edge of arousal to desperation. She had never felt the intensity that she felt with Lance, the need for more—more pleasure, more of the emotions swirling through her chest and tightening her throat. She had never realized until this man that she needed anything beyond vengeance. What she felt now though she knew she would never be able to live without. The connection, the bonding to another person. The warmth that filled her soul with his every touch.
"There, baby…"
She whimpered as his thrusts began to increase, her fingers clenching in the fabric of the chair. One hand left hers to grip her hip, holding her steady as his cock tunneled inside her with hard, heated thrusts.
The tingling, tormenting sensations racing from her vagina through the rest of her body had her begging for release. It was so close. She could feel it burning in her womb, in her clit, and yet he held her back, easing his thrusts, then increasing the pace, only to ease back once again.
She was growling. Strained little sounds of animalistic pleasure were coming from her throat as her back arched and she fought to tighten around him, to hold his shuttling cock in place each time he retreated.
"Bad girl. " The sharp, stinging little caress to her ass had her stilling, pausing at the additional sensation. Was it painful or pleasurable?
She pushed back against him again.
