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rock him a bit. Laughing against her mouth, he pushed her shoulder flat on the mattress. “I don’t think so. My rules now.” His hands holding her shoulders down, he kissed along her jawline to her ear, sucking on the lobe for several intense seconds, then continued his journey, licking and sucking his way down her neck, over her collarbone, to her breast.
    He was still soft; she could feel him on her leg, but when he drew her nipple between his teeth, sucking firmly and making her cry out and arch her back off the bed, she felt him lengthen and turn to steel. “Ah, yeah. That’s it, baby. Your tits are so firm and sweet.” He suckled her again, growling. The vibrations of sound against her flesh made her quiver. The tickle and scratch of his beard made her shiver. He released her shoulders to cup her breasts, and she wove her fingers into his hair. He kissed a trail across her chest and paid the same careful attention to the other breast. His hands moved down her sides. His mouth followed, kissing down her belly, his tongue laving her belly button, and then continuing downward.
    It all felt great, but Lilli was too turned on for this sweet bullshit. She didn’t want him to make love to her. She wanted him to fuck her. He was supposed to be making her scream. Twice. She yanked hard on his hair, and he pulled his head up, his brow wrinkled. “You yanked?”
    “Are you gonna fuck me or not?”
    She’d hurt his feelings. That surprised her. Isaac did not read like a guy who preferred satiny, sweet lovemaking. He read like a guy who liked a rough, leathery grapple. As she did.
    He pulled himself back over her so that they were face to face. “You want to get fucked, Sport? You’re gonna get fucked.” He reached over to the corner of the mattress, where he’d laid the condoms. As soon as he’d rolled one on, he grabbed her leg and shoved it straight up in the air, pushing it back to her chest, spreading her wide. He gave her a look that said he’d expected that to be uncomfortable, and it was indeed a stretch, but she had years of yoga to prepare her to get fucked like this, and she just looked steadily back at him. He yanked her onto her side and shoved himself into her, letting go of her leg and pressing it down with his shoulder.
    Propping himself on one hand, with the other he grabbed her nipple and pinched it hard. She cried out. Okay, this is more what she had in mind. He was thrusting into her deep and fast, pulling and twisting her nipple. The unfamiliar position gave her few options to participate; he had her fully under his control. So she went with it, savoring the deep intensity of his sideways entry, the sharp thrill of his fingers around her nipple. She was elevating quickly, heat pooling in her joints. She started moaning loudly every time he went deep. She was working her other breast as savagely as he was working the one he had; when he noticed, his eyes got dark, and he sped up his thrusts.
    When she could remember to open her eyes, she watched him, saw him concentrating. Sweat ran down his temples into his beard. His chest was wet with it, dewy drops beading in the hair over his pecs. Knowing that he had to work so hard to keep his promise thrilled her endlessly.
    Then he grabbed her leg and pulled out, flipping her to her belly with a growl. He was growling almost constantly now. He yanked her onto her knees, grabbing her ponytail and yanking her head back, and he was inside her again, pounding hard, the hair on his legs scratching at her thighs every time they slammed together. Okay, she was coming; he was so fucking deep, stretching her wide. She bucked against him, making as much noise as he was, her breath coming in something like shrieks now. “Fuck, Isaac. Fuck, it’s good.”
    “Not enough,” he rasped. “I want you screaming, baby.”
    He yanked her hair again, pulling her off her hands, bringing her back hard against his chest. With his other hand, he reached around and slapped her