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poised, the tip of his cock nudging her slit.
    “Hurry, Gio. Fuck me.”
    She was so wet, so slick. He slid in, feeling her swollen tissues tightening around him, drawing him in as though her pussy was filled with thousands of tiny hands. Inch by tormenting inch, he entered, wanting—no, needing—to make this first moment last. His breath caught in his throat then exploded out as he sank deeper and deeper.
    “Fuck! So tight, so damn tight.”
    Gio was a big man and Taryn realized that applied to all of him. She gasped and panted as he pushed into her. She felt him stretching her, filling her, consuming her. She was no virgin, and had sex with some regularity—though not for a few months now—but she was caught off guard by the size of his cock.
    “So big,” she whimpered, afraid he was too big, yet her body stretched and drew him in.
    “Take me, Karyn. All of me.” Gio slid the rest of the way inside until his cock head hit the wall of her vagina.
    She gasped air into her lungs and just absorbed the feel of him throbbing inside her. Her clit, sensing more action, hummed with need. She contracted her inner muscles around his cock and his yell pleased her. Staring at Gio, Taryn memorized his every expression—eyes closed as though in pain, lines etched at the sides of his mouth and his gleaming chest.
    There was nothing slack-jawed or out of control with this man. Usually when a guy entered, he immediately began pumping with a glazed looked in his eyes that said he was going to come and she’d better be ready or she’d be on her own.
    But not this man. Taryn sensed his control, she felt it in his arms around her thighs. When he finally opened his eyes, his gaze was darker than a moonless night, yet hotter than an erupting volcano. With a single look, he promised pleasure beyond what she’d ever known.
    Holding her gaze, he eased out. She gripped the desk and cried out in protest, then let the air out of her lungs in a long whoosh of relief when he plunged back in, going deep enough to make her gasp and cry out. Over and over he withdrew then speared her, going deep, letting her feel every delicious slide in and the brutal pang of his withdrawal.
    Everything came alive in Taryn. She tuned in to Gio’s harsh breathing, the pain of control on his face, and the incredible feel of their joining—becoming one. It didn’t matter that she barely knew this man, didn’t matter that she could never hold onto him, didn’t even matter that she hated his highhandedness. She wanted this slice of absolute heaven.
    Gio watched his cock slip in and out of her pussy. His gut clenched and his balls throbbed like a bitch in heat with every slick slide in and out. Her pink slit opened like a flower, drawing him in, and then fought against him when he pulled out. He was coated with her cream and when he shifted his hands from her thighs to her sunshine-covered mound, she let out a cry.
    He parted her, needing to see all her secrets, her hidden beauty. Her clit stood tall and erect, still swollen from his earlier sucking. Moving his thumbs, he clamped her lips back around that tiny nub and squeezed her hidden clit. She cried out, his name ringing in his ears, and he found he needed to hear her say his name, over and over.
    Increasing his pace, Gio stroked hard and deep and kept the pressure on her clit. She squeezed his cock and he let out an explosion of air.
    “Fuck! Fuck!” He couldn’t wait, couldn’t draw it out any longer. Lifting her legs to his shoulders, he pulled her hips down and watched her.
    Her eyes were closed, her full lips parted as she panted and gasped. She arched her back, her tits jiggling with each harsh breath in and out. Her pale nipples were hard, dark and engorged with blood. He bent over her, licking and sucking each one. She rolled her head to the side, whimpering his name over and over. His cock was buried deep, surrounded by her pulsing heat.
    His cock swelled even more, and protested the inactivity