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want him to put me down, but I wasn’t about to throw myself at him.
    “You’ll need to stop me now.” He was looking down at me like he was about to pounce.
    “No,” I breathed, his face moving closer to mine with each second. “I don’t want you to st—” His mouth crashed down on mine before I’d finished my sentence, and he took everything I was offering up, consuming my mind and body with a kiss that lit me on fire. I didn’t even register him moving me around until my legs wrapped around his waist of their own accord. Weaving my fingers through his soft hair, I moaned into his mouth when he bit down gently on my lower lip then sucked it into his mouth, easing the delicious sting he’d created.
    My body took control of my brain when his calloused hands slid up under the back of my already pushed-up skirt. He broke away from my mouth, both of us panting as he turned us around and sat my ass on the edge of the table. I hadn’t even realized we’d made it back inside the house until then. “Cherry, of course, it’s cherry,” he breathed, referring to my cherry lip balm. I hadn’t gone a day without it since I was ten; it was my biggest weakness. His mouth came down on my neck, nibbling his way lower until he found the spot that joined my shoulder and neck, sending a delicious shiver through my body straight to my clit. I was so turned on I couldn’t see anything passed getting him inside me, and doing it as fast as possible. I grabbed at his shirt, pulling it up and over his head, forcing him to break contact with my skin. Dropping the cotton in my hand, I took my time eye raping his amazing body. I’d seen him shirtless every day I’d been at the ranch, but up close and personal, it was something girls’ wet dreams were made of. I reached out and ran my nails down his muscled chest, not stopping until I’d gone past his washboard abs and my hand was wrapped around his denim covered erection.
    A growl tore through his chest, and before I could blink, my torn panties were hanging off the chair beside us. I ripped my tank over my head and threw it somewhere behind him. I gave his cock a squeeze when it twitched in my hand, and his eyes rolled back slightly. His head came down taking my mouth in a lip-bruising kiss of teeth, tongues and moans, while he made quick work of my black lace bra. I grabbed his button-fly jeans and tugged them open with force. I came in contact with nothing but skin; he was as hard as steel and as smooth as silk.
    “Jesus Christ,” he moaned when I pumped my hand down his thick, long cock a few times, causing his hips to buck slightly. One of his hands palmed an aching breast, pinching my nipple just barely, which had me arching up into his hand, practically begging for more. Destry’s other hand slid slowly down my hip until he grabbed my thigh. His fingers moved slowly down my leg until he got to my ankle where he wrapped my leg around his waist. Every part of me was screaming out in need; my chest was heaving with the fast breaths I was taking.
    He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a condom, quickly tearing open the packet and rolling it down his length. I’d never known a man putting on a condom to be so damn hot, but the way he held himself—heavy in his large hand—was nothing short of sexy.
    Sitting on the edge of that big wooden table, one leg wrapped around him, the other now hooked over his arm, he lined himself up and rubbed the head of dick across my aching clit, causing a series of blissful shocks to go off in all different directions. I was teetering on the threshold of orgasm when he grabbed one side of my hip and drove himself into me. My head flew back and I moaned loudly, unable to control the sounds coming from my own mouth, with each thrust of his hips. I gripped onto the edge of the table to hold myself in place as his hips found a brutal pace. Pounding into me, we turned into a frantic mass of arms, legs and slapping skin.
    “Fuck, you’re