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second now she would shatter him. This brave, amazing girl had been willing to trust him and he’d pushed too hard. He’d let his need to touch her block everything else out.
    He held his breath as Sasha tossed back her strawberry-blond curls, meeting his eyes over her shoulder. Her lips were damp and parted, eyes smoky. Magnificent. His cock swelled so huge against his belly he had to support himself with a hand on the table. “Again, Matt.”
    His forehead dropped down onto her back with a groan. She can’t be real. Part of him wished like hell she hadn’t just given him permission to go further, because he’d be incapable of stopping now. This is when his appetite turned dangerous, where the last vestiges of his control went down the drain. She didn’t, couldn’t, know what she was getting into. When another more tentative knock came from the door, she worked her ass in circles on his lap, as if he needed any more encouragement to ignore the intrusion.
    Slap. Slap . Her answering moan caused a hot, deep clenching in his belly. He needed to take her now. The need raged inside him like a hurricane. With a twist of his wrist, he ripped the light-pink panties from her body, jaw clenching when she only arched her back. In anticipation? God, he hoped so. Stopping now could very well kill him.
    Matt inserted his foot between her ankles and forced her legs wide, then thrust two fingers into her damp opening. So goddamn tight.
    “You’re going to be sore tomorrow. From me. From how I’m about to fuck you. Every time you walk, sit, or stand, you’re going to think of me.”
    “Yes. Please . I will.”
    Ass reddened by his hand, thighs spread in welcome, she had to be the most erotic sight he’d ever laid eyes on. Possession gripped him around the throat as he took the condom from his wallet, unbuttoned his jeans fully and rolled the latex down his sensitive length. He took his cock in his hand and rubbed the head against her clit, savoring the little whimpering noises she made in her throat, watching as her hips began to shake. He started to ease inside her, but something stopped him. It felt too impersonal, taking her this way after the trust she’d shown him. He wanted to look at her, see her face when he entered her for the first time.
    Quickly, he turned her, something foreign flooding his chest when he saw her flushed face, her passion-glazed eyes. Yes , this is what he wanted. This felt right. She was impatient, too, he realized. Her throaty groan of frustration had Matt dragging her close, stripping her shirt off over her head so he could watch her pink-tipped breasts bounce. Supporting himself on the table with one hand, he hefted her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist.
    “Take me deep, Sasha. I can’t wait any longer to fuck you. I need you.”
    Something akin to panic flared in her eyes just as he drove into her with a hard upward thrust. “Matt—”
    Then it was gone, as though he’d imagined it. Hidden behind her expression of shocked pleasure. His vision swam when he finally managed to shift his hips enough to bury himself to the hilt. Never. He’d never felt anything like her. She squeezed every inch of him like a vise, already beginning to contract, milking him before he’d even moved.
    “Oh…oh my God. Matt.”
    He spoke through clenched teeth. “Tell me when you’ve gotten used to me.”
    “N-now. I’m… now .” Fingernails sinking into his shoulders, she dug her heels into the flesh of his ass and started writhing against his lap in midair. Fuck. He nearly came then and there, just from the sight of her. Head thrown back, lithe body undulating in quick circles designed to short-circuit his brain. Her pussy held him in such a tight grip, he knew her body couldn’t have accommodated him so easily, but she kept moving nonetheless, teeth sunk into her bottom lip as if the pressure between her legs were the only conscious part of her world.
    Matt took her ass in his hands,