He ground his dick into her again, over and over until she found herself reaching up and holding onto his biceps for support. He was rock hard and tense beneath her palms, and she slid her hands over the bulging definition of his arms, and up to his shoulders.
“God, Larson, is this really happening? Are we really doing this?” Tasha hadn’t meant to say anything, but the words tumbled out of her of their own accord.
He didn’t answer her, but that was okay because she was lost in the sensations. She felt his lips move along the shell of her ear, and a shiver worked through her whole body. He groaned and pressed his entire length against her, harder, more demanding. There was no place on her body that Larson wasn’t touching.
He pulled away only enough that he had his mouth close to hers once more. “I don’t know what we’re doing, but I do know I’m not about to stop.” He lowered his gaze until he was staring at her lips.
“Then let’s not stop,” she whispered.
He inhaled deeply, and then his mouth was on hers. He ran his tongue along her bottom lip, and then did the same to her top. She could hear him dig his nails into the wooden frame of the door, like some kind of crazed animal unable to control himself. But God, Tasha wanted this, wanted it rough, raw, and without any boundaries.
She opened her mouth, took his tongue between her lips, and sucked on it. He tasted spicy, yet sweet from the whiskey. Tasha wasn’t going to go slow or act timid. She wanted it fast and hard, and right now.
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Larson was harder than he’d ever been. His cock throbbed, and all he wanted to do was rip her fucking clothes away, feel the wetness of her pussy, and get lost in the mindless pleasure he knew could be had with her. Larson felt alive holding Tasha, felt warm and good, and not empty and dark like he had with the previous women he’d been with sexually over the last decade.
A groan left him at the image of her on his bed, naked, willing, and ready. The only thing that mattered right now was this woman giving herself to him, the right and warm emotions she made him feel. He wasn’t about to fucking let that go.
He didn’t break their kiss as he reached between their bodies with one hand, all but tore the capris and panties off, and groaned when she kicked them aside. She was hot and sweet, and surrendering herself to him like no other.
When she put her hands on his chest and pushed him away, taking a step back was a really hard thing to do. But she wasn’t stopping this; he could see that on her face. Instead she tore off her shirt and bra, and there she stood, naked, her nipples hard, and her thighs glistening from her arousal.
He swallowed hard and moved his hand down to rub his palm over his erection. The damn thing was liable to explode right through his pants if he didn’t add a little bit of pressure to the bastard. He could have got off from looking at her alone. He heard the soft noise that came from her, and like a good girl she stepped closer to him.
As he took in her body, every damn glorious inch of her, possessive need slammed into him. She was nice and thick, with thighs that looked like they had the strength to hold onto him when he plowed in and out of her pussy. She had a small amount of trimmed darker hair covering her mound, but not enough that he couldn’t see her smooth, wet lips. She was womanly with a belly that was nice and round, and hips that were wide enough that he could wraps his hands around while she rode his cock. Her tits ... God, her tits were a work of art.
He scrubbed a hand over his jaw and couldn’t tear his eyes from them. They were big and round, and way more than a fucking handful. Her nipples were hard, and his mouth watered for a taste. Larson didn’t want to restrain himself from sampling Tasha.
He took hold of her shoulders and pulled her closer. Her lips were swollen and red from their kiss, and a surge of proprietary need slammed into him knowing he made them look like that. He took her mouth in a brutal kiss at the same time he used his body to move her back until she was pressed against the door again. Moving one of his hands behind her, down her back, and over the generous mounds of her ass, he groaned against her mouth and squeezed one globe.
“Your ass, God, your ass, Tasha.” He panted against her and squeezed her bottom again, and again, and on the third time he loosened his hold. “It’s so fucking perfect.”
“Just be with me already, Larson.” Her eyes were closed, and her voice was soft and sounded drug-like.
He moved back enough that he could get rid of his pants, reached behind his back and grabbed his shirt, and pulled the material up and over his head. Then he stood there, just as naked as she was, and his cock so fucking hard he could have drilled holes through steel.