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still panting as he slid up her body.
     
    She could feel his hard cock against her hip as he kissed her sweetly. She could taste herself on his lips and she burned to have him inside of her. Was it possible to ever get enough of him? She pulled her mouth from his with an anguished cry.
     
    "Take me, Ian. I can't stand it anymore. Don't mess around." She demanded as she tried to pull him over her. It was like trying to move a Mack truck.
     
    He chuckled softly but granted her command. He moved over her, his erect cock rubbing against her wet pussy. "You're tight, sweetheart. And I'm large. I need to take it easy," he said softly in her ear, his voice cracking as he fought for control.
     
    "Just fuck me, Ian." She was desperate to feel him inside of her.
     
    A harsh laugh exploded from his chest. "So demanding. I love it when you talk dirty to me." His voice was seductive, low and passionate. He obviously did love her to talk dirty.
     
    He placed the head of his cock against her aching channel. She bucked her hips, wanting him to fill it. She knew he was trying to be careful...but she didn't want careful. She had dreamed of Ian making love to her for so long that she needed him to take her hard and fast. Her body demanded it.
     
    "More." Abby reached her hands down and cupped his ass, urging him forward.
     
    "Abbie...we have to go slow." He tried to gentle her even as he fought to keep from plunging inside of her wet, welcoming heat.
     
    He pulled back and thrust over and over until he almost home. Abby could feel her walls expanding to except his large, hard cock. He was filling her, stretching her.
     
    "You're so tight, Abbie. So wet for me. So hot." He sounded tortured and so very aroused. Her urgency intensified as she lifted her hips all of the way up and wrapped her legs around him, forcing him to drive his cock all of the way into her.
     
    He buried himself to his balls, expending a long breath of relief. He rested his body against her and took her mouth with intense longing and passion. His tongue moved against hers as his member pumped in and out of her.
     
    Abbie moved her hands to his hair, pulling his mouth tighter to hers. Her need was white hot and she could tell that his was burning just as intensely. They were out of control with each other, letting themselves be swept away to a place where only the two of them existed.
     
    He slid his hand under her ass and brought her groin up hard to meet him. His balls slapped against her ass as he pumped her hard. Faster and faster. Harder and harder. His kisses matched the urgency of his pumping cock and the world started to tilt.
     
    Everything blurred for Abbie except her need for Ian. She wrapped her arms around his bulky shoulders and squeezed his back, her nails embedded into his skin.
     
    Ian pulled his mouth from hers with a groan. He reached a hand between their bodies and gently pulled on her clit.
     
    "Oh, yes." Abbie threw her head back as her body seized. Her climax ripped through her body, milking Ian's cock as he pounded into her.
     
    "Oh Christ." He entered her one last time, shuddering as he exploded deep inside of her, saturating Abbie's womb with his hot stream.
     
    He collapsed on top her as she ran her hands over his hair and his back, petting him while she tried to catch her breath. He should have felt heavy, but she loved the feel of him. She snuggled into his neck as they both struggled for air.
     
    "Shit. I must be crushing you." He moved to her side and pulled her up against him. "I was right. You are going to kill me. You are one very hot woman. My woman," he snarled into her ear playfully.
     
    She smiled at his possessive declaration. She couldn't believe this was happening. It was almost surreal. She shared how she was feeling with Ian.
     
    "I feel the same way, Abbie. Don't ever think that I don't. I can't do without you anymore. It would kill me." His eyes were intense and solemn.
     
    "I'm not going anywhere, Ian. You're