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her in a rush when his fingertips slid up the backs of her thighs,

gliding under the garter belt to grip each cheek of her ass. He brushed

his lips over her abdomen.

She slid her fingers into his thick hair, and he tilted his head back

and kissed the underside of her breasts. He held her as though she was

precious to him, and it made her heart feel like it was swelling and

throbbing.

She was barely aware of it when her bra and her garter belt came

loose. His fingers were at the lace tops of her stockings, but she was

too caught up in the feel of his lips and his facial hair against the

sensitive flesh of her breasts. She moaned in anticipation when she

felt his fingertips slide down the cleft of her ass, pulling her G-string

aside to run a fingertip through the wet arousal between her thighs.

He lifted his face from her breasts, hooked the waist of her G-

string in his fingers, and pulled it off quickly then groaned so deep it

inspired orgasmic tremors in her cunt.

“Darlin’.”

He held her hips and looked his fill for a few moments, at her in

her high heels and stockings.

As he gazed at her clad that way, with her breasts and mons bare,

except for her neat patch of auburn curls, she felt a wave of boldness

come over her. She trailed her fingertips over his cheek and reached

into the night table drawer and withdrew a condom and the bottle of

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“I’ve wondered all night, since you asked me to model what was

under my dress with my high heels on, if you’d treat me like a piece

of fragile china, or if you might fuck me the way a man fucks a

woman so she knows she belongs to him.”

As she said it, she turned and sauntered to the end of the plush

king-size bed, placing the two items on the bed beside her. His eyes

were riveted as she placed one hand then the other on the mattress

then placed both knees spread wide apart on the end of the bed and

knelt there in a sitting position until he rose and came around to her.

He bent down to kiss her as she leaned back and rested her head

against his bulky shoulder, looking up at him as he fondled each

breast with his work-roughened hands.

“You know what you’re asking for, darlin’?”

“To be fucked hard? Yes. I do.”

“Your wrist?”

“Healing fine. I can take whatever you can dish out, cowboy.”

“We’ll see.”

He thought she couldn’t handle his rough edges? She loved a

challenge. Juliana could handle rough with him because she knew

he’d never take it too far and would stop at the first word from her.

She trusted him.

“Why don’t you break me in gently. We’ll see where we end up.”

She leaned forward and slid her forearms over the quilt, baring

herself to him until she was resting on her elbows, the weight

completely off her injured wrist.

He stood behind her for endless seconds as she took her time

getting into position, smiling at what must be going through his mind

as he watched her, dressed only in her stockings and high heels, her

ass tilted up to him.

When she was in the perfect spot, she then lowered her shoulders

and cheek to the quilt. She arched her back in blatant invitation, her

breath stuttering when she felt her pussy lips part with the action,

making herself completely vulnerable for him.



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Her thighs were already damp, and he could probably see her

juices coating her pussy, which was clenching in needy contractions.

Moaning at the feel of his hand on her ass as it slid down to her

slick pussy, she watched over her shoulder as he quickly shed his

clothes, dropping them all around him in his haste. Her heart

hammered as she heard the foil wrapper tear and the bottle of

lubricant pop open. Ash groaned as he spread lubricant over his cock.

“You’ve got me so hot, darlin’. I’m not going to be gentle with you at

all.”

She bit her lip as his declaration caused more moisture to rush to

her clenching pussy.

“Damn, darlin’.” His tongue suddenly made gluttonous contact

with her cunt. “That’s exactly what you want, isn’t it? Want me to

fuck you hard?”

“Yes!” she pleaded, an edge of desperation in her voice as she felt

another spasm and wondered if she wasn’t experiencing a mini

orgasm every time he opened his mouth. His tongue and lips played

with her for a minute until she begged. He teased more juice from her,

making her buck against his mouth, his mustache prickling and

making her pussy even more sensitive.

“Want me to fill you full of my cock?”

“Yes, Ash, please!” she begged, wiggling her ass at him.

“Mmm, I love to lick this pussy. Know what I love even more?”