inch or so before retreating.
Despite his warning that this would be fast and hard, he
took his time, slow shallow penetrations before pulling back. The wicked surge
and retreat just made her pussy slicker and every time he filled her, she cried
out. He kissed her, capturing the sounds as he worked his cock deeper and
deeper until finally he was fully seated inside her.
He licked at her lips. “You good?”
She blinked up at him. This close, he was fully in focus and
she could see the hunger tainted with concern in his eyes. “I’m perfect.” She
pushed up and kissed his beautiful, soft lips. The boldness returned, she met
his piercing blue stare. “Now fuck me.”
That command seemed to free something inside him.
He pulled back and drove into her, filling her passage in
one long stroke. A bright shiver ran through her pussy and she wrapped her legs
around his back, pressing him deeper on the next thrust.
As he’d warned, it was fast and hard and Tasha loved every
moment of it. With each stroke into her pussy, he whispered hot, sexy things
about how her cunt was made to take his cock, how beautiful her tits looked as
he fucked her.
She arched her back, her body straining for more of the
delicious sensations. Nathan rocked inside her, pulsing, deep thrusts that
massaged her clit and her pussy with steady pressure.
He scraped his hand through her hair, tugging on the curls,
tipping her head back. He kissed her, hard and deep, just like his cock moving
in her passage. The kiss didn’t last long, both of them desperate for breath.
But he trailed his lips down her jaw, hot kisses strung together.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he whispered against her ear,
pausing to bite down on her lobe. The brief spike of pain sent a shockwave into
her pussy. Nathan groaned as if he felt it too. “Damn, the way you squeeze my
dick. So hot and wet.”
It amazed her that the reserved businessman liked to talk
dirty during sex.
His words filled her mind as his cock filled her
body—seducing strokes that made her crave more.
He slid one hand over her breast, smoothing without
grabbing, just touching, rubbing his fingers back and forth over the taut
nipple. Tiny jolts zipped into her core and she arched her back, wanting more.
She moaned and cupped the back of his head, pulling him down, wanting to feel
his lips on her breast.
There was just the hint of a smile before he took her nipple
between his lips and sucked lightly. Then harder. Every draw of his mouth sent
a new flood of heat into her pussy, making the ache even stronger. She wrapped
her legs around his waist and squeezed needing him deeper.
“That’s it, babe. Show me what you want. Take it.” He rode
her fast and hard.
Her shout resounded off the high ceiling and bounced back to
her.
“Fuck yeah.”
Nathan pumped into her once, and again, filling her one more
time before tension ripped through his body.
Chapter Three
Dear Diary,
I know Heather and Cait are both thrilled with their men
but I’m a simple girl. I want one man who will love me. To be honest…I wouldn’t
know what to do with two men.
Tasha rolled over, her muscles aching in unfamiliar ways.
Damn, it had been years—meaning never—since she’d had a night like that. Every
sensual moment crowded into her brain—the car, the kitchen, the bedroom. She
blinked and stretched, moaning as she worked out the tiny kinks.
After the first time in bed, there had been the shower and
then back to bed for a long session. She blushed just thinking about that. He’d
eased inside her slow and deep, no rush, just soft, sensual thrusts that
caressed every inch of her pussy. She moaned and pushed herself upright,
looking around the room.
Not that she could see much.
With her glasses crushed beneath Nathan’s shoe, her world
was one big blur. She managed to stumble her way into the bathroom. Using her
finger, she scrubbed her teeth with toothpaste then gargled with the mouthwash
sitting on the
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