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just gets in the way."
He took another step forward, ran his tongue across his
full lips and spoke to Taryn. "Spread your legs, baby. I'm
going to make you beg for sweet mercy."
She had never been one to let others push her around,
and she wasn't about to start now, simply because the
insufferable Fates sought to keep her squirming within their
grip. She could show them that their punishments had no
effect upon her. Regardless of the man who slid into her, she
was the mistress of her own body.
So, as she had with the boy at the club, she welcomed the
chance for release.
"Is he going to watch?" she asked, sliding her gaze to the
sulking blond and making it clear their coupling required he
leave.
Henri glanced over his shoulder as he began fumbling with
the tan web belt strapped around his uniform shorts. "This
section of the beach is closed." His words were accompanied
by a deep laugh. "So, if you don't mind," he yanked down his
zipper, "I'll take things from here."
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"Whatever man," the other man replied, stepping quickly
as he fell away. "But this one is all you. Don't expect me to
help you if..."
The last of his words were stolen by the wind and music as
he marched towards the masses stretched across the
designated topless section of the beach.
Taryn might have felt pity for him, but she had the feeling
he wouldn't have wanted to watch even if he'd been invited.
Some men just don't know how to be men, she mused,
tugging on the ties of her suit bottom. Sex had always been
Taryn's chosen method for running from conflict, and it could
serve her well again.
One little pull on each bow and the suit came free, but she
didn't lift her hips to remove it, instead she curved her arms
above her head, silently letting him know it was time to get to
work impressing her. Completely relaxed under the midday
sun, she eased her knees apart, stretched her arms farther
above her head, arching her back until her ribcage was off the
ground.
Still smiling, he wasted no time dropping his shorts and
black boxer briefs, exposing a pulsing cock so stiff it jutted
firmly away from his body. "See," he murmured, gliding his
palm along the underside of his thick rod, "No lies here baby.
Just a big hot dick ready for your tight pussy."
Leaving on his park ranger shirt, he knelt between her legs
and touched the thin piece of material lying across her
mound. "Do you taste as sweet as you look?" he asked,
stroking the tight curls covering her nether lips.
"Please us both and find out."
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"Want me to lick your little cunt?"
She nodded, feeling her blood quicken and her centre swirl
with liquid heat.
"Say it baby, I'll do it. And whatever else you want."
His request was more playful plea than command, so she
spoke, giving him the words he wanted, then lowered one
hand to spread her lips for him. "Lick my clit, and if I like it,
I'll let you put your dick in me."
Chuckling as he knelt lower, he slid his warm tongue out
and licked her nub, slow and steady. The quick, gentle
rhythm fulfilled his promise.
Mere seconds later, Taryn was squirming against vivid
images and heated memories of Adrian.
Don't think of him.
But with each hungry lick, the strong hold she'd always
had on her emotions frayed until the edges of her control
came completely undone. Fighting the memory of the last
time Adrian touched her, Taryn spread her legs and pressed
against the stranger's ravenous mouth, encouraging him to
take more. Perhaps if she gave away enough of herself, there
would be nothing left inside her to ache for Adrian.
Instead of following her unspoken request, the man lifted
his hot mouth from her swollen, dripping pussy. "Easy there,
I'm just getting you wet, so we can both enjoy the ride."
But she barely heard him. She was too far into her
memories, wishing it was Adrian. If it were him licking her
instead, she would pull away then position her mouth on his
deft rod, sucking and stroking until the pleasure she offered
washed away her dreadful, final words.
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Struggling against the wretched emotions, Taryn dropped
her head back and spread her legs. "Hurry up," she said,
trying to sound strong and in control, but even to herself, she
sounded dazed. "What are you wait "
With one strong forward motion, he filled her to the hilt,
then drew completely back, positioning his smooth tip at her
opening. He chuckled, loving the way she stroked his male
ego by wiggling beneath him, silently begging for more.
Satisfied that she was aching for his stroke, he rammed his
rod in with a hard-pounding rhythm that shook her whole
body.
But Taryn wanted still more. His punishing thrusts weren't
nearly enough to shatter her thoughts of Adrian.
It was then that she realised she could be fucked but a
hundred men, a thousand different ways, and it would never
be enough. Not until it was Adrian pounding into her, making
her his. Claiming her ... branding her...
Don't think of him ... take what you can get...
Taryn lifted her legs, wrapping them around the man's
well-muscled back, and matched him thrust for thrust,
urgently bringing on the first curls of climax. The waves of fire
spread quickly, swallowing her whole, pulling her deep into
painful pleasure. On the heels of her second orgasm, his hot
juices spilled out, he moaned and impaled her three final
times.
"Damn," he groaned, once his breathing slowed enough to
speak. "You are one fine piece of ass."
He chuckled, reaching out to pinch her left nipple. "But I'm
not even goin' to bother asking for your digits." He fell back
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on his haunches, grabbing his shorts and briefs, then rising to
tug then on, his motions efficient yet relaxed. He took a last
look at her naked body, still glistening from his sex. "I can
always tell when a woman's got another man on her mind."
He winked and strolled off, leaving Taryn imprisoned by the
wild longing for which there was only one release.
* * * *
Kate set down her bottled water, unhooked her halter-style
bikini top, tossed it onto the sand and flopped on the beach
mat she'd unrolled. "You're sure you don't want that hottie
barista for yourself?"
Taryn swept her hair from her eyes and squinted over at
her friend. Not even twenty minutes had past since the dark
man had pounded into her, and still she was hot and wet,
ready for sex, restless. But restless for only one man. "I'm
sure." Offering a slanted smile, she added, "Really. He's all
yours."
"Okay ... if you say so. But you kind of had a look in your
eyes, if you know what I mean."
Adrian.
So near ... but out of reach.
Forever.
"He reminded me of someone, that's all."
"Lucky you." Kate chuckled lightly. "But since you're
sure..."
The electricity in the other woman's tone struck a cord in
Taryn. She took a closer look at the other woman's flushed [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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