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She didn’t wait for permission. Her tongue dragged flat along the underside, swirling around the head. I groaned, hips jerking forward on instinct. She took me deeper, lips stretching wide around my length, hot and wet and perfect. One hand cupped my balls, rolling them gently while she bobbed her head, sucking hard on every upstroke.

“Goddamn, that’s it,” I growled, watching my cock disappear between those pretty lips. “Take it all, baby.”

She moaned around me, the vibration shooting straight to my spine. Her free hand slid down to unbutton her own blouse, shoving it open so I could see the lace of her bra straining over her tits. She worked me faster, throat relaxing, taking me until her nose brushed my stomach. I thrust into her mouth while she looked up at me with those blue eyes glassy and hungry.

“You feel so fucking good,” I rasped.

Her hand stroked what her mouth couldn’t reach. My balls tightened, pressure building fast and hot. That tingle at the base of my spine was a strong warning my control was slipping.

I hauled her to her feet and kissed her hard. “We’re just getting started.”

I reached for her blouse, ready to rip the thing off her.

“No, you don’t,” she said and took a step back. “I have to walk out of here.”

I pouted. “Next time I want buttons flying.”

She grinned and quickly unbuttoned her blouse. “Next time.”

The second that shirt was off, I was on her. My hand tugged at her bra, freeing those perfect tits. I palmed them roughly, thumbs circling her hard nipples, and slammed my mouth over hers. She gasped, opening her mouth wide. She fought with my shirt next, yanking it free from my pants. I didn’t care if I lost a few buttons. I shrugged it off without breaking the kiss, then kicked my slacks and boxers down in one motion, kicking them aside along with my shoes.

Darcy was frantic. My hands ran over her body, tweaking her nipples while my mouth moved down to her neck. She shimmied out of her pants and panties until she stood naked in front of me, skin flushed and breathing ragged. I backed her toward the bed, hands everywhere at once, mapping the curves I already knew by heart but still couldn’t get enough of. She hit the mattress and I followed, crawling over her, my cock hard and aching as it dragged against her thigh.

“Fuck, I need you,” I muttered against her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin there. She arched up, rubbing her naked body against mine. The heat of her slick core brushed against me.

“Condom,” she murmured.

I froze. Did I have a condom? Shit. I should have thought ahead.

“Uh.”

“Beau!”

“Let me look,” I said and found my wallet. I stretched the little pouch and found it empty. I looked back at her.

“Wait!”

She jumped up, tits bouncing, and grabbed her purse that had been tossed to the side. She pulled out a pink package.

“Bridal shower. It was a joke. We were supposed to—” She stopped and waved a hand. “Doesn’t matter.”

I took the condom and felt a moment of weirdness. “I don’t think I’ve ever worn a pink condom.”

“Hurry up!”

With a smirk, I tore open the package, rolled it on. She’d moved back to the bed.

I pounced. The bed knocked against the wall. Her legs opened, cradling my body against hers.

I slid into her slowly, feeling her heat engulf me. She threw her arms around my neck and moaned, hips bucking up to meet my thrusts. Her nails dug into my shoulders.

I sank into her deep, feeling everything I’d been missing. She was tight and warm and oh so slick. I withdrew almost all the way, then slammed back in, hitting something deep inside her that made us both gasp. Her fingers twisted in my hair. Her body moved with me, rocking against my hips.

“Fuck yeah,” she panted. “That’s it.”

My hips snapped into a rougher rhythm, taking control. The mattress creaked beneath us as we fucked like it was the last night on earth. I drove into her harder.

Darcy moaned, her legs locking around my waist as she arched up to meet me. “Harder, Beau. Fuck me like you mean it.”