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wanted to pleasure him.
    What did he like? She held his rigid penis close to the base and circled the engorged head with her index finger. A drop of cum had beaded. She smoothed it over the tip with her thumb. Meeting his eyes, she licked her thumb. A dark, almost feral promise of pleasure smoldered in his half-closed eyes, as if he wanted to devour her. Daring his passion, she lowered her head, parted her lips, and kissed the sculpted helmet of his rock-hard cock.
    “God, babe.” He breathed deeply and closed his eyes.
    Her lips slipped easily over him, and she took him into her mouth, tasting and teasing with her tongue, learning the contours and ridges. Swirling her tongue around him, she smoothed her hand beneath his balls, weighing them with her fingertips.
    He groaned. “Melissa, I’m going to come. Wait. Stop. I want to be inside you.”
    Melissa removed her mouth from him and lifted her hand from his sac.
    He grabbed a condom from his jeans pocket and shucked his boots and clothing.
    She unzipped her jeans and pushed them along with her panties down her legs.
    He bent and removed them from her feet. “Straddle me, hon,” he rasped.
    She knelt on the couch with his raging erection between her legs. He supported her, holding her with his hands at her waist as she positioned the head of his hard shaft at her slick opening. Lowering her body, she took all of him deep inside. He filled her to perfection.
    “Take off your top.”
    She made quick work of her top and bra.
    “Move forward. I want to taste you.”
    She leaned forward until her breasts were within reach of his mouth. The movement tantalized her as he pressed inside her. He licked one nipple and drew it into his mouth, sucking hard.
    A moan escaped her at the pleasure. She supported herself with her hands on his muscular shoulders. He released the nipple and tasted the other one, giving both the same attention. When he cupped her breasts and circled her nipples with his thumbs, she moved forward, sliding her sheath up and down his cock. It felt amazing.
    He raised his hips and pushed deeper inside her. She could feel him caressing every surface.
    Her body tensed. Her muscles tightened. She shook with the force as her climax ignited. Her neck arched as wave after wave of contractions cradled her in ecstasy. When she returned to her senses, Mike growled deep in his chest, his muscles hardened with his climax. She felt him pumping inside, her body pulsing around him in response. She sighed, replete, and dropped forward to rest on his damp chest.
    He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her. “I wish we could do this nonstop.”
    She chuckled and pressed her lips to his strong neck as she rested her head on his shoulder, happy to stay right there.

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    The following day at the crisis center, Mike stood inside the front entry watching as Melissa walked with Mrs. Catalina Martinez, one of the mothers, and her young son to their expensive-looking Lexus. She was a pretty woman but had big problems with her husband.
    A black sedan drove by and caught his attention. The sedan made a U-turn and slowed as it neared the center.
    Mike stepped outside and started toward Melissa, who stood beside the woman and child. The black sedan stopped, and a man opened the passenger door and ran toward the women.
    “Hey,” Mike shouted and raced for them. Melissa started to take the lady’s arm and reached for the boy. “Get back inside!”
    Melissa grabbed the woman’s son and hurried toward the building.
    Mike tackled the man who had caught the woman. She went down with them flat onto the strip of grass next to the curb. Mike wanted only to free her. He slammed his fist against the man’s wrist, and he let go of her. She scrambled away and ran for the building.
    Mike fought with the man, hoping to hold him for the police. Another ruffian rushed from the sedan. He kicked Mike in the side. His breath whooshed from him. He grunted and rolled to avoid the next