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soft
kisses back down the line of her graceful neck. Her body shudders, so I move my
hands under her top and over her bra, finding her peaked nipples ready and begging
for my attention. I flick my fingers across them several times before she
finally arches back against me, rubbing that delectable ass against me like a
cat. I take the glass from her hands and set it on the end table next to mine. The
more she rubs against me, the more turned on I get, the more I feel my control
waning. I twist her body and push the front of her thighs against the arm of
the chesterfield. Then I slide my hand up to the middle of her back and apply
enough pressure so that she bends all the way over the arm. Her ass is in the
air, face turned toward the room, cheek to the cushion, and she’s looking like
one of my favorite fantasies with her red lips parted, panting softly in
anticipation. Flipping her skirt up over her hips, I take note of the barely-there
strip of thong wedged between the perfect globes of her ass as I run my palms
over the soft skin. She pushes back against my greedy paws and gives an
impatient wiggle, so I hook my fingers in the sides of her satin thong and yank,
shredding the tiny fabric. A gasp flies from her lips.
    “What are you doing, Finn?” I
think she means to sound mad but it comes out breathy and sexy as hell.
    “I’m about to take you from
behind. That little scrap of material was in my way.”
    Before she can respond to my
statement, I smack her luscious backside with my right hand. A perfect pink handprint
appears. She cries out and wiggles it at me again. I reach into my pocket,
remove a condom from my wallet and place it between my teeth. I smack the other
cheek, evening out the color before I drop my jeans and boxers to my knees.
Making sure she’s ready, because I already know I won’t go easy on her, I slip
my fingers into her cleft and smear the already dripping juices over her
engorged clit and along the edges of her pussy. It’s hot as fuck that she’s
this turned on.
    I tear the wrapper open and
roll it on. She whimpers as I rub the crown of my prick against the soaked area.
I thrust hard to seat myself as deep inside her as I can, and she cries out. I
pause, still buried deep inside her, to pull the polo over my head and send it
flying. Then I lean forward, reach around her waist and pull her body to line up
against mine.
    I tug the blouse over her
head and toss it, too. Then I unhook her bra and drop it to the cushions in
front of her. She’s clenching my cock with her tight inner muscles over and
over the whole time I’m stripping us. I wrap my arms around her and lean her
forward a little for maximum penetration. Then I anchor her with my hands to
her hips and thrust hard, forcing her forward with my movement. A startled yelp
from her breaks the silence.
    “Did I hurt you?” I allow the
concern to reflect in my voice.
    Her hair flows over her
shoulders and down her back as she shakes are head, no. Holding her tighter, I resume
as I thrust again and again like a rutting beast as I pound into her. This
position makes me feel like a caveman taking what I want, so I continue until
I’m lost in the sensation. Lost in the smell of her hair. Lost in the way her
body looks as she takes my cock. Lost in the sensual sounds of our mating. Just
lost in her.
    Taking her like this brings
out a possessive side to me I didn’t realize existed. The thought of any other
man getting this from her makes me crazy with jealousy. I can’t hold back the
emotion anymore when I growl, “You can fight me all you want, but you’re mine.
I’ll kill any other man who put his hands on you. Do. You. Hear. Me? You’re. Mine.”
I punctuate each word with a powerful thrust.
    There’s no answer from her so
I push her body down over the arm and unleash the pent up feeling of propriety
as I pound into her, almost breaking the furniture, hoping to break her. The
air is filled with what I hope are cries of her pleasure