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inside her cunt, stroking and fucking.
    “How about this?” he asked, biting down on his lip and thrusting forward, barricading his dick between her pussy lips until he was balls deep. The base of his cock rested against her ass. “Wiggle that pretty bottom for me.”
    “You please me, Kemper,” she crooned.
    “You’d better believe it,” he rasped.
    “You use me for your pleasure and I know how to use you for mine,” she assured him, thinking she still wanted and needed something more fulfilling. Throwing her arms overhead, she fell into the motions, undulating as he hammered inside her, stamping her with that hard cock he saved just for her.
    Kemper had no idea what sex did to feed her growing hunger, her insatiable need. The more she fucked him, the more she longed to screw him. Lately, all she thought about was having sex. It was a crazy kind of feeling, much more intense and complex than in years past.
    If she could, she’d fuck all day. She wouldn’t eat. She wouldn’t sleep.
    She’d stay locked in moments like this, engaging in foreplay, working for a release, and instead of wasting time with the cuddling afterward, she’d start again. Life held no value without sporadic and ongoing multiple occasions filled with repeat performances of foreplay and sex.
    “You okay?” Kemper asked, drawing her against his chest. As his cock entered her, his tongue greedily fought for position between her lips.
    After their kiss broke, she replied, “Much better now.”
    He winked, thrust, and then fucked with another new pace guaranteed to please. Heavy grunts resounded as he gave his best effort.
    “More,” she demanded. “Harder. Deeper. Oh God, Kemper. Don’t slow down. Don’t you dare stop!”
    Built like a god, Kemper fucked like a machine. His strength and stamina set him apart from former lovers. No one matched him.
    “I want to screw you in front of an audience,” she crooned, tilting her head to the side as she ground against him.
    “You do?” he asked, arching forward in an apparent effort to lap at her nipple, frame her full breast with both hands.
    “We’d have fun,” she rasped.
    He suckled her nipple. Drawing the point between his teeth, he rubbed the flat part of his tongue over her swollen bud. “We make the most of our time regardless of what we do or where we do it.”
    She nipped at his ear. In a sultry voice, she asked, “But wouldn’t you enjoy me more if the whole world could see how you love me? Wouldn’t you like to rent a private suite at a professional football game, press my naked body to the glass and let the whole world watch you fuck me from behind?”
    “I’d like it more if you’d shut up and kiss me,” he told her, clasping his hand around her nape and pulling her mouth over his. He nudged his tongue between her lips and kissed her silly.
    As their mouths met and parted, his cock played. The engorged head pushed against her walls. He surged forward with sharp taps.
    Her cunt became sensitive to the repetitive taunting. He throttled her with his loving and soon found that special spot. She released a satisfying holler, but managed to keep her orgasm at bay.
    Someone was missing. She longed for another lover to join them. What she’d give to see Kit standing in the doorway gaping at them, that burning lust seeping into his eyes. Well, there was no question about what lengths she’d go to in order to lure a tiger out of its den.
    “Come on Kemper,” she hummed, dragging her nails up and down his arms. “Let’s you and I make some noise.”

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    He saw the desire stirring in her eyes. She yearned for his complete attention. He wasn’t a man who let a woman want for much.
    Kemper yanked her forward and kissed her hard on the mouth. The longer they kissed, the more erect he became.
    Kemper loved fucking Holly. She was a treat, a true delight every single time he took her to bed. She could screw a man into a little honesty or make him lie like hell. She had