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tongue, and his mouth moved higher, along her jaw.
    “Of course you can, sugar,” he whispered, his tongue outlining her ear with a slow sweep.
    He raised his head and found her mouth open, soft and yielding. He tasted that full, hot, lower lip she kept nibbling on and drew it into his mouth. He tilted his head and deepened the kiss, their breath blending as he moved his tongue against hers in long slow strokes.
    He felt her shiver against him, and his cock throbbed in its own demand. Damn, where had his self-control gone? She made him want to thrust hard and deep and 23
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    drown in the heat pouring from her. He had to force himself to let his hand move slow and sure from her waist to her breast. There, he cupped the mound of heaving flesh, moving his head to rub the hard little nipple against his cheek.
    She cried out harshly, her hot cunt thrusting quick and hard on his thigh as he pushed it harder against her. And still he didn’t hurry. He wanted her to remember this night, just as he knew he would. He rubbed his lips over the hard little point, licked it tenderly, then moved back to her neck as one hand moved lower along her smooth, flat abdomen. His fingers trailed through the beads of moisture forming there. Her skin was almost as slick as the hot folds of the flesh between her thighs. And he wasn’t unaffected either. He could feel the sweat pouring from his body, drenching them both as he fought for breath.
    He moved then, drawing his thigh back from the heat of her cunt as he spread her legs wide, moving between them slowly.
    “Jackson, please.” She shivered, whimpering in her female need as he nudged the slick entrance of her body with the broad head of his cock.
    Control. He fought for it. He didn’t want to slam inside her. He wanted it to last forever. He wanted to take her gentle and sweet, and show her how damned good it could be. He slid in marginally, barely an inch, feeling her muscles clamp onto that small invasion in desperation.
    He fought for breath. Son of a bitch, it was good. So damned hot and silky, clenching, stroking his flesh with each harsh breath she fought for. He moved both hands to her hips, holding her steady, his eyes moving to the point where their two bodies met. The dim light of the moon’s glow spilling onto the bed gave him a clear view of her glistening, silky curls, and the burrowing of his hard length between them.
    He swallowed tightly, on fire with the sensations sweeping through his body as he inched farther inside her, his eyes riveted by the sight of her female lips widening, drawing him in as the suckling motions of her vagina kept his cock pulsing with the need to climax.
    He wasn’t going to rush this. Damned if it wasn’t the best he had ever known.
    Watching her as he took her, seeing her body accept him, hearing her cries for more. He gave her more, spreading her inch by inch as her keening cry was lost in his male groan of triumph, as his darker, intimate hair meshed with her wet curls, soaking both.
    He shook his head, grinding his hips into her as she screamed out for him to take her hard. Fast. But it wasn’t his cock screaming out the demand, “Now, Jackson. Now.”
    It was her tormented voice, a plea that shattered his self control.
    He fell forward, catching himself on his elbows and clasping her head in his hands.
    “Open your eyes,” he growled. “Look at me, Rebecca. Look at me while I make you scream.”
    His hips retreated. Her eyes widened in protest. He slammed forward, driving every hard desperate inch of his cock as deep as it would go inside the sucking depths of her vagina. Her mouth opened, a gasping cry issuing from it. Her pupils dilated in further pleasure, a harsh flush mounting her cheekbones as her hips pushed against him, demanding more.
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    “Faster. Please, Jackson. Faster.” Her eyes didn’t leave his; they glazed over, her eyelids lowering just enough to give her a