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across for the time being. And wasn’t it going to be a pleasure to show her the consequences for teasing him when he was about to fuck her so hard her ears would ring for weeks?
    He sucked on her gorgeous breasts and familiarized his hands with every inch of her naked skin until his aching cock forced him to lift his head. Her huge eyes gleamed with excitement, but there was a touch of wariness in her gaze as he knelt over her body.
    He ripped at the fly of his jeans and shoved both them and his underwear down to his thighs. His cock fell free, feeling heavy and ponderous. He rolled onto his back in order to kick off the remainder of his clothes. When he straddled her again, she stared fixedly at his erection.
    Her hands started to slide off her breasts and she began to sit forward…her lips parted hungrily.
    “Uh-uh,” he muttered as he grasped her shoulders. He’d have to be an idiot not to read the intent in her eyes, and brain-dead to refuse the offer. But Alex was straining to find a measure of control, and Angeline’s lush mouth was a sure means of losing it at that moment. “Not now, Angeline. Put your hands back on your breasts.”
    Her gaze flickered up to his face uncertainly and then fell again to his cock. She licked her lower lip regretfully before she offered her plump breasts again. She made a sound of surprise when he pressed the head of his cock between her breasts.
    “Let me in, Angeline,” he said tensely, his gaze fixed on the crevice between soft, firm flesh. She complied, parting the mounds. He thrust, and grunted in pleasure when she squeezed her breasts around his cock.
    “Don’t tell me that, with breasts as beautiful as yours, you’ve never had a man fuck them?” he grated out as he flexed his hips, his eyes glued to her breasts and the sight of his swollen cockhead poking up between them. “I wanted to from the first moment I laid eyes on you.”
    He braced his hands on the cushions of the couch and thrust several times. He knew he was being selfish— how much pleasure could she take in this, after all? —but he couldn’t seem to stop himself.
    Angeline was beauty and sex personified, in his mind. And he was just a guy. Who was he to resist heaven, he thought dazedly as he thrust with more force and his pelvis made a whapping sound against the lower curves of her breasts. The sight of her fulsome flesh bobbing upward and Angeline staring up at him with lust-glazed eyes almost made him spill his seed then and there.
    Sliding his cock out of that warm, soft crevice might have been the hardest thing Alex had ever done in his life.
    But there was so much more territory to be discovered. Angeline Kastakis spread out before a fire, her magnificent breasts in her hands, her cheeks flushed pink with arousal. His gaze moved over her torso as she panted. The contrast of her full, ripe breasts and delicate ribcage made his cock tug insistently.
    He was horny enough to come spontaneously and he hadn’t even taken her jeans off yet. He bent down and did just that with brisk precision. She released her breasts and came up on her elbows as he wrestled her jeans off, lifting her hips and feet to assist him. He knelt next to her knees and looked up at her fire-gilded body as she reclined there, wearing only a scrap of ivory silk panties.
    She seemed to go entirely still as he straddled her, his gaze fixed at the juncture of her thighs. Anticipation unlike anything he’d ever known stabbed through his cock as he slowly, deliberately, lowered her panties.
    He tossed the panties aside and placed his hands on thighs so silky, so shapely, they could make a grown man weep in longing. He spread her and stared at her pussy, spellbound by the sight.
    “Alex.”
    He glanced up sharply at the desperation in her plea.
    “Shhhh,” he soothed when he saw the pinched quality to her facial features—the expression of someone who hurt from intense sexual desire. “Put your hands behind your