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  She had always been in love with him. From the moment she met him.

  Dane never looked at her like a woman. She was always the kid that tagged along, even after she started college.

  Until that very moment, where his eyes were full of hunger. Longing. Desire.

  A need to possess her.

  She pounced on Dane, her lips on his in a moment. Her blood coursed with oxytocin, lulling her with a warm sense of security and love.

  Love. A word she would normally forbid herself from using.

  As he kissed her back, she could admit it. She truly loved him, and always had.

  He grabbed Bardot, pressing her against the wall. She felt his hardness against her stomach as he leaned into her, his lips pressing against hers with passion and fire.

  Moans escaped Bardot’s parted lips. His hot mouth grazed her neck, nibbled at her skin.

  “Yes… yes...” Bardot whispered, running her hands up his back and gripping his shirt. She held on as a shiver of pleasure tore through her body.

  “I want to fuck you,” he said, his voice low.

  That was all she had wanted for years. She leaned to his ear, breathing hot air into it before whispering, “Then fuck me.”

  His mouth was on hers again, his tongue slipping into her mouth. His beard nuzzled against her chin.

  Letting his tongue slip into her mouth, it found hers as his hands kneaded her breasts gently.

  Slipping his fingers over Bardot’s nipples, he sent beautiful sensations through my body.

  “Do that again,” she moaned.

  While he played with her nipples over her bra, he slipped his hand down the front of her skirt and into her panties.

  Grinning, with his hand running between her legs, he felt how slick and ready she was.

  “You’re so damn hot,” he growled.

  Bardot blushed and kissed him again.

  “How did I never notice how damn beautiful you were?”

  “I’m not,” she whispered, embarrassed by the compliment.

  She inhaled sharply as his finger pressed against her clitoris. “Oh,” she moaned.

  “You’re fucking delicious,” he said, biting my neck again. “Like a snack.”

  Bardot’s legs unfolded like a blooming flower for him. He slipped a single finger up and down my sensitive, velvet skin and enjoyed the noises and shivers she gave him in return.

  He grinned as she leaned against his chest, breathing heavily and trying to control her reactions.

  “You’re so tight,” he breathes once his finger finds its way inside of her.

  With her juices dripping down his finger and onto his hand, he brought her closer to orgasm.

  “Oh… Dane, I’m going to cum soon!” She gasped, tensing.

  “Do it,” he purred. “Cum for me. Now.” He bit into her neck and wiggled his finger faster. The floodgates opened, and her passion took over her.

  She squealed as she came.

  Panting and slumped back against the wall, she let Dane step away. He didn’t wait for her to fumble with his jeans. He unbuttoned and unzipped them for her.

  He let them fall, revealing black boxers and a very large bulge. She gulped.

  “I’m not sure I can take all of that!”

  Chuckling, he tipped a finger under her chin and led her closer to him. “Thanks for the ego boost, but you’re going to take it.” He kissed her clavicle. “Every single inch of it.” He kissed her neck.

  “First, with your hand.” He brought her hand up to his mouth and kissed it.

  “Then, with your mouth.” He pressed her hand against his bulge and kissed her lips.

  “And finally, with your sweet cunt.”

  She gripped his cock inside of his boxers and stroked up. His precum left a dark spot on the fabric.

  Slipping the band of his boxers down, he released his cock into her hand. The skin was soft, but the cock was hard. So deliciously hard.

  Bardot moved her hand slowly at first, learning the curves and angles of Dane's meat. "Faster," he said, leaning against the large window that overlooks the city. She shifted her hand up and down, stroking his cock so gently. It throbbed in her hand.

  She squeezed and stroked, twisting her hand to get him even more excited. And the way he was panting, it was clear it was working.

  He placed a hand on her shoulder, pushing her down. She could smell his arousal, and her own arousal on his hand.

  Bardot took a tentative lick from his cock, tasting the salty precum on the very tip. She swirled her tongue around the head, and then took it all into her mouth. Moving the flat of her tongue, she deep throated him with a moan.

  His fingers dug into her hair and encouraged her head up and down. "That feels fucking amazing," he groaned as she swirled her tongue against the head again. "Don't stop."

  Bobbing her head up and down, she pleasured Dane. As she finally took the whole length into her throat, her slobber dripped down his cock and balls onto her hand and the floor beneath her. He held her head there, which made her so fucking wet all over again.

  To be used, controlled, by the man she had lusted over for years. It was almost more than she could handle!

  She kept going until he gently pressed against her. "If you don't stop, I'll cum down that throat, and I'd rather cum somewhere else. Stand up."

  She stood, and then kissed him hard. It was a kiss that he returned with gusto, before spinning her and making her bend forward. With her hands pressed against that window, her tits out for the world to see, she spread her legs and watched him as he rolled a condom onto his cock and positioned it at her entrance.

  He pulled her onto him and let her cunt take every inch of him. He bit his lower lip and she whimpered, sinking lower onto him.

  “You’re even tighter than I thought,” he grunted.

  He felt so good as he filled her up, his thick cock pressing against her pussy walls. She felt herself pulsate, and his meat throbbed inside of her in response.

  After letting her get used to his size for a moment, he pulled out slowly, until just the head of his cock was still inside. Then he placed a hand on each of her hips and pulled her back as he thrust into her, fucking her hard and brushing deliciously against her cervix. "Oh, fuck!" She yelled.

  Dane reached up her back and undid her bra. Her tits fell free and swung as he thrust into her again. She saw how horny and slutty she looked in the window reflection, and it sent her almost to orgasm then and there.

  Reaching around her, he took one of her nipples between his fingers and pinched it just enough to hurt in the good way while he fucked her.

  The sex was slow at first, and then it became faster and more wild as Dane drove himself towards orgasm. He made loud grunting sounds, which drove Bardot wild. "You're so tight," he growled. "Fuck, you're so tight."

  She pushed back against him, and then suddenly his cock was harder than before, and he came. Hard. She came again, and then again while he kept fucking her through his orgasm. And as her orgasm began to fade, she slumped over the sink and let her breathing slow down.

  "That was the best fuck I've ever had," she said. She turned around and pulled him in for another kiss, which he returned gladly.

  "I can say the same," he replied. He tugged her hair and kissed her deeply, squeezing her left breast in his hand. They stood there for a few moments, kissing and enjoying each other.

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  On The Run Romance

  She was the only woman he ever really loved.

  She's on the run from the FBI...

  He has to help her escape...

  She has amnesia...

  Only he remembers their sordid past...

  As long as he can keep her safe, he doesn't care what happens to him.

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  Misty liked the feeling of pressing herself against him. She liked the way that he reacted to it. She liked the hard feeling of h
is muscles, under his shirt. She even liked the feeling of his stubble, scratching her cheek as she pressed a line of kisses across his throat.

  The thought that it was the same path she might use to cut it, if there was need for violence, popped up and then faded into thankful forgetfulness.

  Misty shifted her position to hold Grant tighter, his broad hips pressed between her thighs and reminding her in an instant that there was nothing else going wrong in their lives right now. She was good at forgetting. At least, she could try to forget. And that was all she needed.

  Her lips pulled back as her teeth sank into the sensitive flesh of his throat, scraping across stubbled skin.

  "Oh, God," he breathed, though Misty couldn't have said that she was supposed to hear it. His hand reached around behind himself, wrapping around her head and taking a handful of hair into his grasp. He pulled on it, pulled her over his hip and into his lap. Misty let him, slipping around until she was standing propped up on one leg, the other perched beside him.

  Then she pushed forward, and he was pressed back onto the bed. Her leg didn't hurt any more. It was like she'd never been hurt, though she knew she had. She also knew that if he pressed on it then that feeling of pleasantness wasn't going to last very long.

  She let out a long, low breath, and leaned over him until she was held up over his head. She let herself down enough for their lips to press together, just enough to be a little rough.

  "Are you sure about this?"

  The one question he shouldn't have asked. This wasn't time to wonder about whether or not they were sure about anything. This was time to decompress, to unwind, to explicitly not worry about anything or whether or not they were making the "right" decisions. Asking questions was anathema.

  "No," she said. "But I'm not thinking about that right now." She pushed herself up until she was straddling his hips. She wasn't wearing anything, and with her hands lifted above her head, anything that Grant might have had to say to her about his doubts was swallowed up by the need to look at her breasts. He let one hand come up to cup one.

  Grant was gentle with her. Too gentle, she thought. There was a time and a place for gentle. Desperation didn't go well with gentle, or sweet. Desperation didn't want to make love. Desperation wanted to fuck, and in that moment, Misty was as desperate as she had been the entire last year. The sooner she forgot about her worries and her troubles, the sooner that she could get back to thinking about them with a fresh head.

  She moved her hips up until she was sitting on his chest, and then with another scoot forward, her wetness hovered above his mouth. Grant didn't need a hint about what she wanted. His hands gripped her hips and pulled them down. His tongue started exploring immediately, parting her folds and probing. He started shallow, exploring the opening, exploring her clit. Tasting her.

  It was nice, but it wasn't enough. Misty started to rock her hips against him. He didn't complain, nor did he speed up the pace. His tongue kept moving exactly as fast as he wanted it to, deliciously teasing her. Forcing her to wait for what she wanted, even though waiting was the last thing that she had any interest in.

  Then, just as she was about to give up, Grant seemed to change his mind. He decided to give her what she wanted after all, and pulled back, pressing his lips against her clitoris and sucking. She shivered at the sudden sensation, her fingers digging into his hair as if he could get any more pressed against her womanhood.

  His mouth went back to exploring, but with a desperate need that overwhelmed Misty in exactly the way that she had wanted all along. Her body shivered as he did, a pressure building up in her entire body as she threatened to come in a shower of juices and need.

  Her shoulders were the first to lock up. Her fingers tightened in his hair until she was sure that she couldn't have tightened them any more. Her toes curled up, and then the big muscles started to get involved, the long ones along her back, her abs, her thighs, until she was as tight as a drum from her forehead down to her toenails, and then… everything started to relax.

  Through it all, his mouth never stopped moving, never stopped exploring, never stopped sending delicious electric signals coursing through her. Misty rolled over, off of him. Her breath came hard and fast, and kept catching in her throat, but she couldn't have asked for anything more. At least, she hoped she couldn't have–what she'd been given had felt hard enough to control already, and she wasn't sure what would put her any further over the edge.

  She heard the zipper of Grant's trousers working, but it didn't mean anything to her exhausted, sex-addled mind. It didn't mean anything until he was the one hovering over her, and something hard and thick pressed against her opening.

  Then it meant a lot. "I just came," she breathed.

  "You've had a minute," Grant said. "Now you're going to cum again."

  Misty didn't have time for a witty reply; he was already moving to take her knees in his arms, pulling himself tight against her opening and forcing the two of them together in delicious agony.

  "You're a bastard, you know that?"

  "Is that a problem?"

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  Break me. Make me yours.

  Handsome, broken, and a mistake from the beginning.

  He held all the answers.

  I didn't even know all the questions.

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  He got under the blanket with her. His smell overwhelmed her. She wanted to turn away from the wall, to turn towards him and wrap her arms around him. She wanted it so badly, that after a few moments, she did. Her arms looped under his, around his chest and tightened. She felt his breathing push his ribs out. She felt his exhale. She felt his hair against her face. Every movement made her chest ache, her stomach flip more and more.

  Lance turned to face Terra, and he cupped her face in his hands. There was nothing in her that resisted. His lips fell on hers, and it felt right. She pressed her lips against his, and it felt right.

  She didn't want his lips to leave hers, ever. Lance no longer felt like a stranger, he felt like an old lover, like a comfort, like a long lost friend. His hands slid down her back, pulling her closer to him. Her leg wrapped over his hip, pulling him closer to her.

  His breath was hot in her mouth. Her tongue was hot in his. She bit his bottom lip. Lance groaned, groping her butt. He kneaded the cheeks, and then slid his hand up her dress. He grabbed her breasts, brushing the rough skin on his hands against her nipples. She gasped into his mouth.

  Terra pressed her hand against his crotch, feeling his hardness growing. She rubbed it from over the fabric, coaxing it to grow more and more. He swore, telling her how good it felt.

  She undid his pants and slid her hand into his boxers. The tip of his cock was already wet with precum. Lance slid his hand down her panties. She was already wet, too.

  At Terra slowly moved her hand up and down his meat, Lance pressed a finger against her entrance. She widened her legs. His finger popped in, and she hissed. It hurt, first, but then he put in a second finger and it felt good.

  It felt so good.

  She came quickly, grunting and shivering against him. He pulled her panties down, throwing them onto his floor, and pulled her on top of him. He lifted her dress over her head. It also fell to the floor.

  Her breasts, in Lance's opinion, were perfect. They filled his hands just right. He wanted to feel them, always in his hands. He wanted no other hands to ever feel them. He fel
t suddenly jealous, possessive.

  He pulled her down and sucked on her breasts, hard and with teeth. She sucked in air and pressed her pussy against him. His cock was hot as it hit her clitoris. She rubbed back and forth as Lance pinched and bit her nipples, until finally she lifted herself up and sat down on his manhood.

  He entered her slowly. They both breathed hard, and sighed as the full length of his cock was swallowed within her. “Ride me,” he said. She obliged.

  Terra's hips moved slowly at first. She enjoyed the movement, the moment, looking into his beautiful eyes as she fucked him. And then she moved faster, unable to control herself. She was driving them both to climax.

  Lance grabbed her hips, helping her to move faster still, until they both screamed and orgasmed at once. His seed spilled inside of her, filling her.

  Their arms and legs tangled together as they shifted again, laying next to each other. There was no awkwardness. There was only peace, until there was only sleep.

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  A quick flick of his arms had me held above the floor.

  Her past was mysterious.

  Her body was bangin'.

  She came straight from Hell and f*cked my life right up.

  I didn't want any of her trouble... but I did want a taste of her sweets.

  If I died after having a night with her, well, I could die a happy man.

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  “Come with me,” he said, pulling on my hand and leading me to his bedroom. I playfully pulled away from him, but his grip on my hand was firm.

  A quick flick of his arms had me held above the floor. “Hey!” I yelled, laughing. He chuckled as he laid me down on the bed, his mouth still hot on mine. Using his hand, he stroked up and down my thigh, moving slightly more inwards each time. He was so close to my cunt, then, and I was ready. I knew that I was soaking wet.