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all these things. She’d never even thought she could have them. Now she thought she’d die if he didn’t

give them to her. He smeared her pussy cream into his cock and then she felt him part her with his

length.

Her muscles seemed to close around him, her pussy rippling as she sucked him in deeper.

“Daniel,” she begged, rocking her hips back to him. His fingers of one hand stroked across her

tingling clitoris, and then she felt his other hand grab and squeeze one of her ass cheeks.

Her body strained, close to the breaking point as he stretched her pussy open with his cock, while

both hands stroked and caressed the flesh of her buttocks now. When he squeezed her ass and pushed

deep into her G-spot, she cried out in ecstasy and gripped the headboard tighter as he withdrew his

cock, then plunged back in to the hilt again. Her muscles contracted; her chest, her toes, her lungs.

One hand slid down her abdomen to burrow along her nub, and the speed of his fingers increased in

motion, his thumb grazing her clit, stroking it, circling it, then—pushing it.

Already the pleasure of his cock so deeply embedded was absolute, mingling with pain, every

second prolonged by his slow, utterly slow, withdrawal, then his fast, jarring penetration.

Flames burned her on the inside as she heard his breath, close to her ear. “God, Monica…,” he said

with a groan, taking her earlobe and sucking it. “You’re so damned tight around me.”

He delved fully inside and his thumb pressed deeper into the tender nubbin, the fingers of the other

hand clenching and massaging one ass cheek.

It was too much, too sensual, too much stimulation, sensory overload—his raspy breath, his touch,

his cock throbbing and dragging inside her, his thumb, his fingers.

“Oh, oh, oh…” She screamed as ecstasy ripped through her, sizzling along her nerves as she

convulsed underneath him. He barked out and thrust one more time inside her, and she felt the heat of

his semen in quick, successive jerks.

They convulsed for long, frenzied seconds, then Monica fell utterly still, chest heaving for air,

Daniel still inside her, at her neck, licking her like some sort of feline who’d just mated.

It felt like they had mated. Not fucked.

She stiffened at the thought, dreading to think about it, and she thought Daniel noticed. He couldn’t

have missed it, was too ruthless and too smart not to.

He chuckled softly as he rolled her aside and dropped his face down to her, taking a minute until

their breaths settled. “Don’t worry. We’ll keep it simple.” He kissed her temple as he withdrew, then

quietly arranged himself and pulled the covers over her, tucking her in.

“Thank you,” she said weakly as he bent over her, her heart doing a strange vault in her chest. She

cupped his face with a special tenderness she’d always felt for nobody but him. “I’m so glad I didn’t

do valerian.”

He turned his head into her hand and faintly kissed the center of her palm, murmuring something

unintelligible which she thought was, “So am I,” then he rewarded her with a perfect view of his

backside as he went to get dressed.

Her mouth watered from the sweetly stirring sight.

Perfect male buttocks, round and muscled, with those sexy dimples at the back of his hip flexors.…

Her body stirred again, and she closed her eyes to block it. This couldn’t be. God, she really needed

to get a grip on herself.

The rustling of clothes stopped, and an odd heaviness settled in her chest. Strange. But the thought

of him leaving wasn’t truly giving her the relief she’d sought. She parted her eyes open.

“Danny, my board meets tomorrow…” She found him finishing buttoning his shirt, and her

windpipe swelled at the sight of his mouth, a little swollen, and his hair, a little undone. “Are … are

you coming?” she said, getting back to her business.

He raked a hand through his tousled hair as though to fix it. “I already came.” He winked, then

headed for the door with a chuckle. “Of course, Monica. I’ll see you before noon.”

She flung the pillow at him, laughing, then she laughed harder when he caught it easily and flung it

back, where it slapped her right on the head.

“Oops. Sweet dreams, princess,” he said from the door, and she could hear his laughter in his voice.

She lowered the pillow. “You, too, sweet prince. You’re the epitome of Disney’s guys in tights,

Your Highness.”

“I hate being called goddamned ‘prince’ and you know it, Ice Queen!” he shouted from the hall.

“It’s Ice Maiden, sir! Or at least it was until you thoroughly deflowered me. But all right then, good