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holding her ass while he rose up on his knees. “You feel so good,” he murmured.
    She glanced down to where they were joined, mesmerized by the sight of his cock moving in and out of her pussy. He was so big and thick, and it felt incredible. She had never been able to come without her clit being stimulated, but to her amazement, she already felt an orgasm coming on.
    His pace increased, his flesh slapping against hers. “I love the way you watch me while I’m fucking you.”
    Her gaze moved to his and her stomach flipped at the look in his eyes. “Harder.” Straining against the handcuffs, she tried to buck her hips. “I’m almost there.”
    Jarrod released her ass and reached around her legs to tweak her nipples, and at the same time began pounding into her like she wanted him to.
    “Yeah…just like that.” A faint buzzing started in Catie’s ears as he drove into her. The noise grew to a dull roar. Her stomach muscles clenched and her core contracted, gripping Jarrod tighter.
    “Come on, honey.” His voice was hoarse, like he could barely hold himself back from climaxing.
    “Oh…my… god .” Catie’s entire being vibrated as she grew closer and closer to the peak. “Don’t stop, Jarrod. Fuck me even harder.”
    He growled, his balls slapping her ass as he pistoned his hips against hers.
    “Yes!” she screamed as she came, her body jerking with the force of each wave of her orgasm.
    Jarrod continued driving his cock into her core, drawing along each undulation.
    “Catie. Oh, damn,” he called out as he reached his climax, his hot semen squirting inside her. His cock was so large she felt every throb and pulse of his orgasm. He moved within her, slower and slower until he finally stopped, his hips fused against hers.
    After a moment, he eased her legs down from around his neck so that her feet were resting on the comforter, his cock still buried in her pussy. His weight felt comfortable as he relaxed on top of her, his stubble-roughened cheek resting next to hers. Smells of sex and sweat sifted through the air and Catie sighed, more sated and content than she could remember feeling before.
    “Mmmmm, Jarrod?” She moved her cheek against his, enjoying his stubble scraping her soft skin. “I hate to break this moment, but you think you could unlock these handcuffs?”
    “I don’t know.” He propped himself up on both arms and his lips quirked in a grin. “Kinda like you right where I’ve got you.”
    “Oh?” Damn but he made her feel all quivery and gooey inside. “What do I have to do to convince you?”
    Jarrod raised an eyebrow. “Of what?”
    “That there’ll be hell to pay if you don’t get these things off me now.”
    With a soft laugh he rolled off of her, his cock sliding out of her pussy and making her feel empty without him. He was still semi-erect and glistening with her juices as he went to the dresser and rummaged through the top drawer. “Now supposing I can’t find the key?”
    Catie glared at him. “Supposing I’m gonna kick your ass, cowboy.”
    Keys jangled as he returned. He held them in his palm, a wicked look in his green eyes. “How about we strike a deal?”
    “Jarrod…” She swallowed back her retort as his gaze swept over her naked form from her arms stretched over her head, on down, settling on her shaved mound. While he studied her his cock lengthened, and her mouth watered to taste him again. He looked magnificent, his body so muscular and sculpted. Catie’s nipples hardened and her core flooded as he smiled and met her eyes.
    He sat on the edge of the bed, and brushed his lips over hers. “I’ll let you go if you promise to stay the night.”
    Catie stilled and her heart pounded out a strange cadence in her throat. “I don’t stay the night with anyone.” It was one thing to enjoy sex, it was another to wake up with a man and have breakfast with him.
    “Stay with me.” His words were a demand, definitely not a request.
    She shook her head, but