be inside you so bad I hurt."
Oh, God. The man was turning her to putty with his words.
"Want to feel the tight fist of your cunt wrapped around my cock."
She melted into him, thrust her pelvis against his to grind her clit on the length trapped between them. Claire's pussy clenched, moisture flowed from her coating her folds, and she moaned.
"Yeah, do that again." He gripped her hips, pulled her onto him. "Are you wet for me, Claire? Does your cunt weep for my cock?"
His words sent electric darts shooting into her womb, little arrows that found their mark, setting off flutters that spread out to her clit. Her muscles contracted, expelling more fluid from her core, and Claire rubbed harder on his erection. The silk barrier of her robe slipped and slid on the cream coating her sex.
He moaned into the curve of her neck as her damp folds rode his cock. "Damn, baby," he said.
His hot breath burst across her skin, sending shivers racing off in every direction.
"I need to be inside you," Ryan groaned.
"Oh, God. Yes." Claire's pussy clenched as she imagined him thrusting inside her.
Harsh breathing filled her ear a second before Ryan rimmed the shell with his tongue. "Condom," he said. "Do you have any?"
Condom. Yes, she had some. Claire nodded.
"Where?" Ryan wrapped one hand around the nape of her neck, his fingers weaving into her hair. "Where, Claire?" he growled.
Their hips thrashed, pleasure turning her thoughts to mush.
"Where?" He followed his demand with a bite to her earlobe, the sting of pain snapping her out of her lust-filled daze.
"Upstairs." The word was a bare whisper on a puff of air.
Ryan pulled back, separated their bodies, and left her chilled with a protest on her lips. The words died a quick death when Claire's world turned upside down. He placed his shoulder on her stomach and lifted her into a classic fireman's hold. Arms clasped around her legs, he spun on his feet and strode from the room. She grabbed his hips to keep from bouncing uncontrollably.
In large, sure steps he left the kitchen and headed for the stairs. Claire's only view was the floor beneath Ryan's feet, strong muscular legs, and his gorgeous ass. The flex and pull of muscles in his back rolled against her breasts, the movements teasing her erect nipples. Her fingers twitched with the urge to squeeze the taut cheeks bobbing up and down below her. The fabric of his briefs stretched across his flesh and gave her an almost perfect display. The only thing better would be if he was naked.
Too occupied with Ryan's ass, Claire didn't know they'd reached her bedroom until he flipped her onto the bed and came down on top of her. He caged her with his body, his weight a welcome pressure easing her deep into the soft bedding.
"Where?"
For a second she couldn't think what he was talking about, but when he thrust his hips, his hard cock reminded her why they'd come upstairs. She tilted her chin to the right. "Top drawer."
"Don't move."
Ryan lifted off, crawled to edge of the mattress, and ripped the drawer from the table. The contents scattered over the floor. He ignored most of it and reached for the unopened box of condoms she'd bought last week. God, had she known she'd give in to this unrelenting need to have him?
Plastic crinkled and cardboard tore as Ryan opened the box, spraying the contents all over the bed. Foil packet clenched in his teeth, he rolled over and shucked his underwear. His erection sprung free and slapped his stomach. Before Claire could blink, he'd tossed his briefs, sheathed his cock, and pounced on her once more. The latex covered head prodded at her pussy and parted her folds. Slick cream quickly coated the surface, lubricating his shaft.
"Open for me."
Claire raised her legs and hooked them over his hips, her heels digging into his butt. He shifted on his elbows and lifted his weight off her. Cool air rushed between them, goose bumps springing up where it kissed heated skin. Ryan tilted his pelvis, brought
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