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mean to be,” Beth replied defensively.
    “Loosen up some. You act too old for your age. It’s probably because you’re working for all those old people you take care; it doesn’t help."
    “Are you insulting me or my job?”
    “Both. I’m just saying act your age.”
    “Oh, how am I not acting my age?”
    “Well for one, it wouldn’t take me a whole day to kiss someone who wasn’t so uptight.”
    “I am not uptight.”
    “You are.”
    “Am not.”
    “Prove it.” Razer laughed at her prudishness.
    “How?”
    “Like this.” Before Beth could determine his intentions, he had pulled her to him and kissed her. His mouth enveloped hers, seducing her with a single stroke of his tongue as it parted her lips, searching her mouth. Beth could taste the iced tea he had with dinner as she felt the heat, which she had never found in a kiss before. He was experienced, tempting her lips to open wider for him so that he could gain all the access he wanted without hesitation.
    Beth’s arms circled his shoulders as her hand delved into his long hair, finding the silkiness to be an irresistible sensation between her fingertips. His own hand buried into her hair and tilted her head backwards before his lips released hers to explore her sensitive throat. As he took a piece of skin into his mouth, he sucked it and produced a groan from Beth at the excitement it aroused.
    Hearing it, Razer’s hand slid across her stomach and underneath her thin t-shirt to skim over her lacy bra before gliding underneath to find her peaked nipple. Another moan escaped at the fire beginning to burn out of control in her body. Beth tried to regain control, she had never had trouble keeping it before, but lost it just as quickly when he lifted her shirt and pushed her bra out of the way.
    Lowering his lips, he expertly began to suck on the nipple he had exposed while his other hand began to unsnap her jeans. Beth lifted her hands to stop him only to find that he had already stopped to take off his shirt. Beth watched, becoming aroused at the sight of his muscular chest. He didn’t stop there; instead he unbuttoned his jeans, pulling his cock out. Blatantly, he took one of her hands and placed it on his hot length before wrenching her jeans down and sliding his fingers under the crotch of her panties to rub the rosy flesh underneath.
    “That’s it baby; get good and wet for me.”
    Beth sat stunned. Never had she been with a man who moved so fast through the steps of intimacy. The previous men she had dated had gone slowly, letting her set the pace. The only pace Razer was setting was one to see how many bases he could steal before sliding home.
    Finding her clit, he began stroking until it started to throb in demand. Small whimpers escaped her trembling lips as Beth slowly moved her hands on his cock, wanting him to feel the passion at the level he was arousing within her body. She began to stroke him faster, unsure of herself and how he wanted to be touched.
    “Like this.” He wrapped his hand around hers and squeezed her fingers tighter around his hard length before then pumping her hand up and down in a rhythm he set for her. “I like it hard and rough.” He forced her fingers to go even tighter on his cock and, when she took over, his hands returned to her cunt, sliding the panties out of the way so his long finger could slide deep within her.
    His teeth bit her nipple, causing Beth's body to jerk when he added another finger, sliding deeper within her. “You’re tight. I love tight pussy.”
    Beth was almost drawn out of the sexual haze he had thrown her into by his words, yet his finger was sliding through her wetness before adding another finger into her already tight sheathe, and her mind couldn’t hold onto the reticence. Biting her nipple harder, he began to thrust his hips against her hands.
    “Come here, baby.” Sitting up, he pulled her jeans the rest of the way off, taking her panties with them.
    “Wait.” The burning