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slightly sweet. She buried her face against his throat and breathed him in.
He lunged forward and pushed her onto her back. He was over her
then, shoving her shirt up around her armpits, and his mouth came down
on her right breast. She arched off the bed as he suckled her nipple hard.
She gripped his head and held him to her, the whimpers escaping her
throat.
Gorgeous, he murmured as he moved to the other breast.
You re so beautiful.
Sarah wiggled out of her shirt and tossed it off the bed. She ran her
hands over his shoulders, down his back, loving the way his muscles
bunched and moved under his smooth skin. He was the gorgeous one. He
sure as hell didn t look his age, unlike her.
His whiskers abraded her sensitive flesh, and she moaned. Heat
flared through her, and she spread her legs, raised her knees to cradle his
body against her aching pussy, to rub herself against him like a cat in heat.
As he nipped the side of her breast, he reached down and shoved
her sweatpants down. She had to lower her legs, and he rose over her and
stripped them off, tossing them onto the floor.
Oh, God, you re& He sat on his knees between her thighs,
staring down at her. He shook his head, his lips slightly parted, his chest
rising and falling in harsh breaths. His pajama bottoms tented over his
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erection. His gaze roaming over her was as tactile as a touch, and she
shivered. Goose bumps popped out on her arms and thighs.
She wanted Rick like she hadn t wanted anyone since Joe. Not just
his body, but his heart. He was a good man, a hurt man, and she wanted
to take care of him, heal him. But it wasn t her place. If this would help
him start to move on, though, she would give him what he needed.
Bringing her right hand to her lips, she licked her middle finger then
reached between her thighs and stroked her pussy lips open, revealing
herself to him.
Oh, God, Sarah&
She spread her legs wider and flicked her moistened finger over
her clit. She gasped, shocked at the intense pleasure she derived from
doing this while he watched so intently. She raised her knees again,
opening herself even wider, and buried two fingers in her pussy. With her
other hand, she cupped her breast and flicked her nipple with her
forefinger. Heat rushed through her, and her silky juices slickened her
slowly pumping fingers inside of her.
Rick lowered his pants over his cock, and she moaned as he stroked
himself from tip to base. He was so thick and hard. So dark. Her black
knight, she thought with a grin. Only this black knight had a heart of gold.
Do you want me to come? she asked as she dragged her damp
fingers out of herself and over her clit. Do you want to see me come like
this?
He nodded. Kept stroking his cock. As much as she
wanted needed him inside of her again, she wouldn t push him. He
needed time. And she was pretty damn good at getting herself off.
Watching him jack his own cock while she did so would only help speed
things along.
She plucked her clit and pinched her nipple. Ahh. Her back
arched off the bed, and she rubbed her clit hard, fast. Her toes started to
tingle. She focused on his big hand against his cock. Plunged her fingers
deep inside of herself several times as she remembered how he d
stretched her cunt the day before. How hard he was, how hot he was,
what it felt like when he pulsed inside of her so long.
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Do it, Rick whispered.
Her stomach tightened as the sensations within her grew. She
tortured her pussy with quick, hard pinches, then she slapped her pussy
lips a few hard, quick times and cried out. Blood rushed to her cunt with
each stinging slap, then she pinched her clit hard between thumb and
finger, at the same time tugged her nipple to the point of pain, and she
came with a long, rough moan, all the while watching Rick stroke himself,
waiting to see his spurt of cum, to feel it fall on her flesh.
Instead, he shoved her hand out of the way and slammed into her
before she could even catch her breath. She screamed as her orgasm
doubled, tripled, rippling through her, stealing the breath from her lungs.
Do it again, Rick growled in her ear as he pumped that gorgeous
cock into her. Do it again, please. Let me feel it.
She brought her knees up, locked her ankles around his back, and
tilted her hips up at just the right angle. His next thrust stroked the tip of
his cock against her G spot, and she screamed.
Yeah, he ground out between gritted teeth. More.
He fucked her without finesse, but it was so good. So perfect. She
gripped his ass, dug her nails into that firm round butt, and cried his
name as the orgasms raged on within her, one on top of another.
Somewhere in the distance, after she was so far gone in the
pleasure and lust, she heard him shout, and his body went still. His cock
pulsed. He thrust again& and again& and then he collapsed over her,
sweaty and limp. Her pussy clenched and clenched his still hard cock as
she fought to regain her breath.
She wished they never, ever had to move.
Her cell phone on the counter didn t let that happen.
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Chapter Seven
Sarah stood in the living room and watched Bobby Johansen clear a
swath of driveway with his snowplow as she sipped a steaming cup of
coffee. The sun glinted off all the fresh fallen snow, making her eyes hurt.
At the end of the driveway she saw Joey s F 150, waiting to take her away
from this little bit of heaven and back to the real world.
She figured she had about another five minutes before Bobby made
it to the front of the house.
Rick came up behind her but didn t touch her. She heard him sip
his own coffee.
She was back in his fuzzy, too big, too short tracksuit and thick
socks. He wouldn t let her put on the clothes she d arrived in. Said she d
break an ankle trying to walk out in the snow.
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