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pussy.
    “I’ll try to
make this easy, honey.” He barely heard the dry tree bark of his words past the
blood pounding in his ears. “I can’t—guarantee I’ll—succeed.”
    Another nudge
in. Rayna tensed as her tissues stretched to accommodate him. He hated
admitting that turned him on but shit, there was no ignoring it. He loved this.
Rejoiced in pushing her. Reveled in taking her body to limits it hadn’t known
before. Celebrated that his cock would mark her in corners nobody else had. For
these few precious minutes, she belonged completely to him. Her world would
become only him.
    “Damn!” She
exclaimed it as he slid deeper. Her vagina clenched tighter around his head as
the barbell in his frenulum said hello to the sensitive skin above her ass. He
pulled out slowly but plunged back in with more force. He repeated the strokes
over and over, sinking his shaft more deeply each time.
    Beneath him,
Rayna went from exquisite to exhilarating. Her head arched back, her lips fell
open, her thighs bunched in beautiful tension as she tried to meet him thrust
for thrust. As he claimed her sweet cunt with his penis, he roamed the rest of
her with his mouth. He licked the salty sheen of her forehead. Bit into the
straining column of her neck. Sucked each breast so hard her areolas were
imprinted with his teeth marks.
    He didn’t want
to stop there. He couldn’t. He needed to ensure he was stamped on her body and
in her memory. Deeper. He needed to get deeper.
    “Spread your
legs wider,” he ordered on a growl, “and tell your eye sockets to get ready,
bird.”
    Rayna wet her
lips. “M-my eye sockets? Wh-why?”
    He didn’t answer
her. He showed her. He opened the firewalls, letting the blaze in his blood
take over his ass, his balls, his dick. No more gradual inches. No more
tentative prods. He slammed every inch of his hot length into her wet tunnel,
grunting in pleasure as his head rammed her cervix. Trojan stallion, meet the
gates of paradise.
    Rayna’s eyes
burst wide in shock. “Oh my God!” she cried at the ceiling.
    Well, that certainly registered down the hall on the big brother protective posse radar
screen. At the moment, Zeke didn’t give a shit about Trevor. Everything was
Rayna. Only Rayna.
    He shifted his
hold to both sides of her waist, openly adoring the hourglass curve. Hell, she
was magnificent. He almost hated to summon the breath for his next words.
    “The
Stratocaster’s fired up, honey.”
    Rayna gave him a
shaky laugh. “No shit.”
    “Does it hurt?”
    “Yes.”
    His chest
knotted. He lowered his fingers into her hips. “I don’t want to stop.”
    “If you do, I’ll
never speak to you again.”
    “If I don’t,
that’s still a possibility.”
    “Shut up, Zeke.”
    At first, he
retorted to that by dropping his face to hers, twisting her lips in a brutal
kiss. He barely let her free before growling, “I’m going to rip you open,
Rayna.”
    The woman’s
little grin wasn’t the reaction he expected. It caused him to pull back another
inch. Though he’d seen her smile so many times, this expression was something
brand new. A challenge yet a surrender. Utterly soft yet completely fearless. Sweet
God. He felt like a miner who’d discovered a new gemstone. Did he bellow in
victory about it or savor the secret in wicked silence?
    She didn’t give
him time to decide. “Do it,” she pleaded. “Fuck me. Please!”
    He gladly granted
her wish. He’d just referenced a stallion, now he acted like one. He drove into
her with bestial ferocity, not giving an inch of clemency, not granting a moment
of rest. He directed her body too, gripping her hard, pumping her pussy onto
him, making her ride him as hard as he enjoyed her. High, aching mewls started
vibrating from her throat. She locked her hands around his shoulders and
scratched the fuck out of his back. It was worth every painful inch. His senses
spun. The room went away. The world went away. There was nothing now but
the utopia