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  Pushing her thighs up with my knees, I press my hard-on into her soft center, and I’m rewarded with one lusty moan. Tearing my mouth from hers, I pull her shirt up and over her head, but when I go to take her breast in my mouth, I’m stunned in place at the perfectly positioned tattoo that sits right between her breasts. Holding myself up with my arm, I run my other hand along the armored helmet design. It’s almost like an old Viking helmet, and it has a green flourish coming out of it which runs along the bottom of her breast.

  I want to compliment her, tell her it’s amazing, but then she is arching toward me and words fail me. Taking her nipple in my mouth, I mold her other breast as I inhale her scent. She smells so soft, like she is slathered in some expensive, sexy lotion. As I lick along her breast, she moans my name, or better yet, her little nickname for me. Soon, I’m shaking for her. Which is something that never happens to me.

  Trailing kisses down her tattoo, I dip my tongue into her belly button as I undo her jeans, my knees hitting the carpet of her bedroom. Running kisses and nibbles along her hip bone and stomach, I pull her pants down, her thong sliding down her milky white skin before I see she is bare and glistening for me.

  “You’re a dream,” I whisper, and when I look up at her, she’s watching me, her eyes so dark and wild. I don’t know how this is happening. She’s way out of my league. So outta my fucking league, but I don’t care. Kissing the spot right above her pussy, I trail my fingers along her thighs, molding them with my fingers before I slide my tongue along her lips. Her breath comes out in spurts as she grips the blanket. Closing my eyes, I run my tongue along the slit where her lips meet, tasting her as my cock cries in my jeans. I want to take it out, whack off as I eat her, but then, I want to be inside her too. When my tongue dips into her, she arches off the bed, crying out as I open her, licking her from her clit to her entrance. She is vocal, and soon her body is breaking out in gooseflesh, splotchy with color as I continue my torture. What she doesn’t know is that I’m the one who’s really being tortured.

  I push her legs apart so she’s open to me, and I dig in, fucking her with my tongue before sucking away her wetness and finding her clit once more. She makes me feel like I have ADHD; I can’t focus, I just want to taste her everywhere. Taking her clit into my mouth, I nibble, her cries coursing down my spine before I slide my fingers inside of her. She’s tight—fuck, she’s tight—as I fuck her roughly, sucking her clit hard and fast.

  And when she comes, I’ve never heard anything like it.

  Well, maybe in a porno, I did, but this is real life.

  Or maybe it is a fantasy.

  My last London hurrah.

  Her pussy is dripping and so fucking hot, I’m not ready to be done with it. I want her to feel more, so I smack her pussy, not hard but enough to make her cry out, prolonging her orgasm.

  “Bloody hell,” she gasps, holding her breasts as I rise to my feet. “You smacked me puss!”

  I smile down at her as I tear off my shirt before toeing out of my boots. “I sure did.”

  “That was feckin’ hot, yeah?”

  It sure as fuck was. I go to push my jeans off, but she’s moving, up on her knees, her hands covering mine. “This is my job, yeah?”

  Licking my lips, her orgasm all over them, I nod slowly. “Yeah, I think it is.”

  Her eyes drink me in as she trails kisses down my chest, tracing her tongue over my dips and running it along my cuts. This body wasn’t made in a gym, like I’m sure she assumes, but then, she doesn’t really care.

  She just wants me.

  Which is fucking hot.

  Pushing my jeans down, she kisses the bare skin she exposes, and when my pants fall to my ankles, she looks up at me. “Yer packing a lot here, Jacks.” Biting my lip, I suck in a deep breath as she runs her fingers along my engorged cock. “Where ya wanna put it first?”

  I can’t answer her. I’m pretty sure she’s offering everything to me, and that alone has me about to come. I’m speechless as she trails her lips along the base of me, cupping my balls. “My mouth, yeah?”

  Still unable to answer her, I’m met with giggles before she takes me in her mouth ever so slowly. As I watch myself disappear between her lips, I’m stunned when she basically swallows me. I’m not one to say I have a huge cock, but it sure isn’t small, and this slight woman is making me feel like I am. Sucking me, she squeezes my base before making a popping noise when she comes off my head. My toes curl into the carpet as she does it over and over again.

  All I can do is think of dead kittens so I don’t blow my ever-loving load in her beautiful, sinful mouth too soon.

  When she comes off me again, she goes for more, but I stop her. “I think I want to be in you when I come.”

  She beams up at me. “I like the sound of that.” As she lies back, her eyes drinking me in, she says, “The condoms are in the drawer.”

  She points to the nightstand beside her bed, opening it with her toes to reveal a Costco quantity of condoms.

  At least she’s safe…

  Reaching for one, I slide it down my cock, watching as she opens up for me on the bed. She’s laid out like it’s nothing to be the most gorgeous woman in the world, and I swallow hard.

  I don’t want this to end.

  I go to cover her, but she somehow maneuvers me on to the bottom, almost like this isn’t her first rodeo. Getting on top of me, she moves her pussy along my length, her lips capturing mine as my hands take her thick globes in my hands. Her ass is the only squishy thing on her, and I swear we’re setting the room on fire. Groaning out against her lips, I close my eyes as she guides me inside of her. Curling my toes as she moves down my cock, I’m now the one crying out.

  If I thought she was tight before, I was insane.

  This girl is a fucking dream.

  Am I about to wake up?

  And is it pathetic that I just pinched myself to be sure?

  As she rides me, her ass smacking into my thighs, my body is aflame. Every single inch. Digging her nails into my chest, she rides me hard and fast, her ass jiggling against me and causing me to go deeper and deeper with each rock of her hips. Unable to take it anymore, I grab ahold of her, pressing my mouth to hers before rolling us over. When I pull back, she’s grinning.

  “Sneaky, sneaky. I wanted to ride that big ole cock of yers.”

  “And I want to pound into this sweet pussy,” I groan as I take her by the backs of her thighs, pushing them back as I push deeper into her. Pulling out slowly, I can’t help but watch as I slide back inside her sweet center. I know I said I wanted to pound into her, but I can’t. She’s too pretty. Her pussy is too sweet.

  “Harder.” Her words rattle me, her gaze meeting mine. “As hard as ya can, love.”

  Holy. Fuck.

  Who is this girl?

  How did I not see this coming?

  Looking down at her, I’m stunned. A woman who begs for me to take her hard and fast? It’s a dream come true.

  And I’m not going to hold back.

  Did I make a good choice here?

  Nope, not even kinda, but damn it, I needed to feel something.

  I wanted to forget.

  I hadn’t planned to go back with him. I didn’t even think I would, but something about his eyes did me in. I had to have him, and boy, did Jackson deliver.

  His sweet face is a bit confused by my request, but thankfully, it doesn’t take him long to do what I want. Lord, he’s huge! Big, broad shoulders, a thick trunk, and legs that could carry the weight of a mountain. He’s built like a bull, and as he slams into me, I feel like I’m being hit by one. My cries mingle with his moans and the sounds of my ass hitting his thighs. My body is tightening once more. I’m almost there, I feel it coming, and when it does, I cry out. Unable to feel anything, not the pain that has been overcoming me, not the guilt of not seeing my nephew, not even that I know my family is livid with me. None of it. All I feel is his huge cock slamming into me as I squeeze him ever so tightly.