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her wrists to bury his face between the soft folds of her pussy.
    She gripped his hair, spreading her legs wider. Blindly, he reached for the pants still tangled around his legs, then dug for his wallet, and finally pulled out the condom he kept there for emergencies. He ripped the foil package open and slipped it on, because this was dire. He needed to be inside her, but her taste was filling his mouth and sating the hunger dinner hadn't touched.
    He licked and slurped her, and kept going, even though she didn't even sound like Ash as she screamed his and God's name over and over again.
    An ache grew in his groin. Fuck, he wanted to be balls deep—not yet. She hadn't come on his tongue. Shit, she hadn't pulled a few strands of hair out as he pushed her to edge with his mouth.
    She scooted to the end of the counter, her hips rising up and down along his mouth, riding his tongue.
    Just when he could taste the change of her cream, she pushed his head back. “Too much. I can't.”
    “What do you want, Ash?” He needed her yes to be clear. God, he needed her like this.
    He straightened, putting his hand to the small of her back.
    Her eyes were bright. “Your hands, your mouth, your dick. I want you to fuck me, Vic.”
    He had to close his eyes for a second and breathe. It was the only way to beat back the darkness wanting to take and take until there was nothing left of her but trembling legs and come. He could feel his control slipping.
    “Victor.”
    He groaned and slammed into her. Her sharp gasp froze his limbs. Shit.
    “Don't stop,” she said before he could ask if he'd hurt her.
    Ignoring the plea, he pulled out slowly, watching the way her pussy lips wrapped perfectly around his dick.
    She grumbled a single incoherent word and it was likely his name or a vicious curse.
    Victor laughed and then kissed her lightly. “You taste so good. Taste yourself,” he said, running his tongue over hers.
    Ash closed her eyes and said something else indecipherable.
    “I know.” He lined up his cock to her entrance again. “I wanted to make you come with my mouth, but you’re wet enough. I can feel the heat of you.”
    He dipped his cock head into her arousal to wet the tip.
    Shit.
    If not for the condom he may have just come then and there. Victor had to close his eyes when he sank an inch into her before pulling back out.
    “You're so fucking tight.”
    Her pussy closed snug around him, sucking him in deeper.
    “Ash, you feel so good.” The words came out in a low, gruff rush, and he couldn't be sure if she’d understood him.
    She was moaning, though, her hands on him and pulling him closer.
    Victor could n't pinpoint when they'd gotten here. One moment he was telling himself that what they were doing could never happen, and in the next moment he was slapping his balls against her ass with each thrust. Regrets? What fucking regrets? Because if he were goin g to die in the next twenty-four hours, heaven just might seem like a disappointment in comparison.
    Her nails dug deep into his skin and she let out a whimper.
    “Am I hurting you?” His worry easily replaced the drunk-lust feeling rushing through him.
    “No. I want you deeper.”
    He pulled her well over the edge of the counter, his hold and her elbows the only support now. And fuck. He thrust into her harder, as deep as he could. She took all of him, her sex like a tight fist. Every inch of his body tingled and flushed. Everything within him coiled. He needed her to come fast and hard.
    “Play with your clit, Ash. I want to see how you touch yourself. You don't have to imagine what this will be like, with us. I'm right here, inside you.”
    She buried her face against his neck, and he could feel the beginnings of her orgasm tugging at him. His head threatened to explode from the intensity of the little quakes. His heart was already banging against his rib cage as if it wanted to jump out.
    “Don't...” she begged, unable to finish the sentence.
    “Can't