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stiff, inundating her mouth, plunging
it in and out the way he would plow in and out if he was having
intercourse. It was literally blowing her mind.
    And it didn't stop there. He was consuming
her whole. He held her head in the palm of one huge hand and bodily
picked her up off his lap with the other. Flipping her over on the
couch, he came down on top of her. He sucked in her oxygen,
continuing to ram his tongue in her mouth. She was being totally
annihilated by his strength and size. Her heart hammered and her
pulse pounded as she was caught under him, trapped by his weight.
Her legs were spread wide, his hips pushing between her thighs.
    She knew in a flash that if they had been
naked, he would be in her already. Suddenly, the voracity of his
appetite confirmed what kind of lover he would be. A lover like
she'd never had before. Her breasts tingled, and a pool of hot
moisture dampened her panties.
    Desperate for oxygen, she forcibly turned her
face from his and took a deep breath. The second her mouth left
his, his face moved lower, pushing into the valley of her breasts,
trying to get closer. He reached down and lifted the hem of her
sweater up and over her head before she had time to attempt to stop
him.
    He tossed the sweater aside, and fastened his
mouth on her nipple, over the cotton of her bra. He let out a groan
of frustration, sat up and twisted the snap open between her
breasts. Putting his mouth back on her nipple, his hand cupped her
other breast, his thumb rubbing at the hardened peak. The twin
assaults vaulted her into the stratosphere of desire, and she
realized with shock that they were about to have sex. He wasn't
going to stop at kisses; he wasn't going to stop at petting. And
dear Lord, she wouldn't be able to stop him. She might kill him if
he did stop.
    His mouth went from licking her nipple,
laving it with his rough tongue, to sucking it, trying to consume
her whole. His face was buried in her chest, sucking, licking,
moving his mouth roughly, back and forth, from the valley between
her breasts, to her nipple, and then to the soft, silk of her white
skin. He was devouring her whole, sucking her soft flesh into his
mouth and holding it there, as if he couldn't get enough of her. In
the back of her mind, Jenna knew the force of his mouth was
bruising her. His hand on her other breast tightened, and he
pinched her nipple, rolling it between fingers and thumb. He was
squeezing her so tightly it should have been painful, and almost
was. Jenna couldn't wrap her mind around the force he was using, he
was blatantly dominating her. This wasn't give and take. He was
taking . Jenna's mind was gone, her thought process completely
shattered as she moaned softly in his arms.
    At her moan, he lifted his head, his nostrils
flaring, and fastened his mouth to hers again. Drinking deeply,
sucking on her tongue, his hands moved to the fastenings on her
pants and began to strip them just as roughly and quickly from her
body as he had done with her sweater.
    She ripped her mouth from his, dragging in
oxygen, and his attention fell to her feet and he pulled off her
shoes. His hands moved back to her hips and finished jerking her
slacks off, his movements forceful, jerky, not caring about
maintaining a façade of smoothness.
    Through a haze of shock and desire, Jenna
knew she had to make a demand. "I'm not on anything." She lay still
and panted, naked except for her twisted bra, and watched him
attack his fly with the same speed as he had attacked her
zipper.
    She tried again. "It's not safe. I'll get
pregnant." The time for modesty was over. Subtlety wasn't
working.
    He didn't take the time to look at her as he
continued to strip. "I got it." His voice was gravelly and his
answer was short, clipped, as he told her in three words that he
would take responsibility for protection. His hand dug into the
pocket of his jeans before he tossed them to the floor and Jenna
swallowed hard as he tore open the package with his teeth,