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  But she’d wanted to try. Damn, she’d wanted to try.

  As if he knew the direction of her thoughts, he coaxed her hips into a gentle side-to-side sway. Each subtle movement shifted her jersey and his fly against her butt.

  “That’s it, rock with me.” He nuzzled her damp hair out of his way and feathered kisses along the side of her neck. Goose bumps dotted her skin, as plentiful as the freckles she’d detested as a teen.

  “You want more than this.”

  “Hell yeah,” he whispered, his hot breath warming her neck. His mouth, tongue and teeth alternated against her throat, his sexy open-mouthed kisses thrilling her to her toes. Her skin prickled with sensation, the heat of him calming her nerves. “If you really want to stop, say so now and I’ll take you home.”

  Something in his voice told her he meant it. He wouldn’t push her if she said no.

  “Oh god, I shouldn’t let this happen. It’s too soon.”

  “Let it happen, Anna. I’ll keep you safe, trust me.”

  Incredibly enough she did trust him. She didn’t know if it was the way he’d fastened a motorcycle helmet on her head and told her to hang on to him when she climbed onto his Harley. Or if she’d started to fall for him while they’d talked for hours over coffee. She only knew that being with him right now was more important than breathing.

  She didn’t want to go to a strip club to forget about her fortieth birthday. She wanted to spend the night fucking Kyran. Maybe with him, she would finally experience the kind of hot, passionate sex she’d fantasized about since she lost her virginity twenty years ago.

  To this day she remembered the discomfort of her first time. Ted had come after a few seconds of awkward grunting and thrusting, promptly falling asleep. Her experience since that night had been plain vanilla sex, pleasurable at times and forgettable the next day.

  Kyran hummed deep in his throat, the sound whispering over her skin, and Anna rocked harder, following desire, forgetting the past. His jeans and stiff cock rasped against the dimple between her cheeks. Wicked hot lightning zapped her pussy and fluid dampened her folds and inner thighs.

  “Oh,” she moaned, wanting more, needing more. “More, please, Kyran.”

  “Whatever you want, sugar.” Taking a sharp nip at her collarbone, he sucked on her skin, probably leaving a mark. She hoped he’d leave another, liking the slight sting his teeth left behind.

  His right hand cupped her breast, his fingers long enough to begin scissoring her nipple, softly, slowly. Mercy, the sensation of his fingers sent a zing of pleasure from her breast to her aching clit, each clench and release reaching her core. His left, dominant hand inched down her belly. A finger dipped into her navel and Anna lifted to her toes while Kyran’s thumb toyed with her. His long fingers splayed outward, pinkie teasing the triangle of hair covering her pussy.

  “Hmm, trimmed, but unshaven, the way I remember, you’re perfect, soft, silky. Soon I’m going to be so fucking deep inside your pussy that my balls will slap your curls.” Kyran’s other hand continued to play with her nipple, his fingers scratching over the material of her jersey, causing delicious friction with his blunt nails and the mesh.

  “Kyran!” No man had ever spoken to her or touched her like this. More fluid trailed down the inside of her thigh. She liked it, wanted to be as bad as he’d dared her to be.

  “You want that, don’t you?” He thrust against her from behind, his cock jabbing her right against her anus. A wicked hot pulse of pleasure slammed her slit, leaving her breathless and weak and gushing. Refusing to think she’d just had an orgasm without a lot of work, she shook her head.

  “You want me, admit it,” he demanded.

  “Yes,” she almost shouted.

  Kissing all the way up her throat to her earlobe, he tongued the delicate spot right behind her ear. “Say that again. Say yes.”

  “Yes,” she gasped and was rewarded with another lick.

  “I like that,” he praised, sucking her earlobe until she lifted right to her toes. “You want more?”

  Molten need raced through her veins, each draw and suction of his mouth on her earlobe sending tension and heat straight to her pussy.

  “Yes,” she said.

  His thumb and index finger circled her nipple, pinching, twirling, tugging, sometimes hard, sometimes gently. Her hips rolled with his rocking pelvis. She wished he was naked.

  “Tell me what you want next,” he urged.

  “You,” she husked, closing her eyes to absorb the feel of his arms around her. The scent of soap and mint toothpaste and the unmistakable musk of a man and woman aroused caused her nostrils to flare.

  God, even the sheen of sweat covering them both was hot. In this, Anna felt that their ages made no difference in what their bodies wanted. And they wanted each other. She had no doubt about that right now.

  “Not good enough. You want me to play with your tits, your pussy or your ass? Tell me what you like, talk to me.”

  “All of the above, just don’t hurt me.” She didn’t relish pain, had never wanted a man to even touch her asshole. Tensing, she almost broke away from him.

  “Easy now, don’t freeze. I’ll play, tease, fuck, whatever you want, I will do. I won’t hurt you.”

  His pinkie continued to swirl through her pubic hair, darting close to her slit, but not close enough for her aching clitoris. Her vaginal lips were swollen and wet, unfurled and trembling.

  “You okay?” he asked.

  “I’m tense.”

  “Let me ease that for you.” Somehow he’d switched his hold, always holding her close, pressing against her backside to keep her aware of his bulge. His left hand worked its way under her jersey. His palm and calloused fingers squeezed her naked breast, his thumb circling her nipple. His other hand dove between her thighs to swipe the juice coating her labia.

  “You’re soaked. Want to come?” Speaking in her ear, he licked and kissed the whirls.

  Afraid her legs would give out, Anna reached behind her and grasped his thighs. “Unh, yes, please.”

  “I will.” He tweaked and twirled her nipple, his palm caressing her breast as two fingers slid between her folds, lightly at first, testing, probing. His hands were big enough to palm a football, his fingers strong, thick and calloused. She loved the way he played with her inner and outer folds, leaving no part of her pussy untouched. Discovering a true master with his hands, she spread her legs to give him better access.

  “Oh my god, Kyran, that feels so good.”

  He groaned and sucked hard on her earlobe. “You’re so hot against my hand. Your pussy is creaming. I can’t wait to go down on you and swallow all that sweetness,” he whispered, sliding the pad of his thumb along her swollen petals and teasing her entrance. “You’re all plump and open. Imagine my cock pounding into you so hard I lift you off the damned floor. Ever felt that?”

  “No,” she sighed, unable to take it back.

  “Good. How should I take you the first time, on all fours, face-to-face, from behind, hard and fast, slow and easy? Anything you can take, I’ll do and love every fucking second of it.”

  His dark promises shot through her like a tidal wave, building the taut pressure deep in her belly, the need so intense she could almost orgasm with just his words. Coupled with his expert touch and his Southern rebel’s voice, Anna had never wanted to fuck more than she did right then.

  “I want to come, Kyran. I need it.”

  “You will, just don’t ’til I tell you,” he warned.

  “What the hell does that mean?” she demanded, jerking her hips away so he couldn’t reach her easily.

  “Wait, let it build. You’ll like it, promise.” A thick finger pushed through her folds, seeking her hole to thrust inside of her, hard and deep. Again and again, he fingered her. She had to open her eyes, had to see what she could.

  His hand had disappeared between her thighs, but she could hear the sound of her juices meeting his rhythmic thrusts. Her clit pulsed with each gent
le slap of his palm, enticing it out of its protective hood. She’d never been this aroused, this needy.

  Kyran kept fingering her, stroking her inner walls, crooking his nail so he could hit her most sensitive nerves. Before she could crest, he switched rhythm and pushed into her so slowly and precisely, she felt his whole finger taking her, keeping her clitoris from going numb.

  “God, woman, I love the way you move. Take two fingers, that’s it. Squeeze my hand tight, tighter. Fuck, I want you so bad right now my jeans are soaked,” he said against the pounding pulse of her throat. He kissed and licked, all the while she was rocking with him, fucking his hand!

  “Maybe you should take the pants off.” She wished he would. His bare chest and arms felt wonderful around her, but she wanted him to be naked.

  “If the jeans come off, I’m coming inside you,” he warned. “I want to get you off first. Your clit’s so hard and throbbing, I’m tempted to lick it into submission.”

  “Ohmigod, yes,” she whimpered.

  Her ex-fiancé would only go down on her when he watched a porn flick or if she begged. Even then, he thought contorting her into a pretzel and a few measly twirls of his tongue on her clit would be enough to please her. She’d go numb and he’d complain that he was tired and stop. Then he’d lie back and demand she give him good head in return.

  “No, Anna. I don’t know what you’re thinking, but don’t go there.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Relax for me. I’ll make you feel so good.”

  “Prove it,” she dared, unsure where that had come from.

  Or maybe she did. Moaning as his fingers slid out of her, she was suddenly spun around. Facing him, she tilted her head back.

  “Put your hands on my shoulders. Don’t take them off.”

  “Bossy thing, aren’t you?” she teased to fight her nervousness. She couldn’t help it. He looked like an athletic warrior, a sex symbol. And she was a forty-year-old gym teacher who’d only experienced decent orgasms with a vibrator.

  “I’ll give you a real nice kiss if you do.” Cocking one dark auburn brow, he looked so fierce and beautiful she almost fell in love with him.

  Oh god, she couldn’t love him. Lust she could handle and welcome. Anything more was impossible.

  Afraid he’d know or sense how fast she tumbled, Anna combed her fingers through her damp hair, leaning back a little more. “I’d definitely like a kiss.” Once her hair was out of her face, she rested her hands on his broad, muscled shoulders, hanging on.

  “You’re very pretty, Anna,” he said, bending forward to kiss her.

  Greedily, Anna parted her mouth. Their tongues met in a slow thrust and withdraw that mimicked the thrusting of their hips. Parting her thighs to take his jean-clad cock, she kissed him back, thrust for thrust. Her heart raced, letting her trip right back into a fantasy made real.

  “Keep holding on,” he murmured against her upper lip, licking the sensitive tissue underneath.

  Kyran tongued her lower lip once, twice, kissing her deep, then dotting her chin and jaw with kisses. His hands came up to cup her face, tenderly arching her head back so he could worship her throat before skimming his hands back to her waist.

  Afraid she might be dreaming, she lowered her chin when his head dipped lower. His dark auburn hair tickled her collarbone, her flesh supersensitive. Her nipples were tight and hard, demanding attention. Strong hands grasped her waist, guiding her backward until her back was braced against the concrete wall.

  Once he had her secured, he started kissing his way down her sternum.

  “Remove my shirt.”

  “Not yet, the first time I make you come, I want you wearing my name.” His hands skimmed her breasts over the jersey, using the cotton and nylon to further stimulate her nipples. “I think I could suck on your nipples for hours.”

  “Oh Kyran,” she breathed when his warm, damp breath fanned a nipple. He took the areola in his mouth, sucking her through the material.

  The mesh grew as wet as her pussy. His mouth teased, his tongue playing with her erect bud, making her writhe. Anna loved his devotion to her breasts. This was not a man to do anything halfway. He sucked her like a starving man seeking sustenance.

  “Holy shit,” she cried out, pushing back against the wall. Kyran sucked her other nipple, drenching her shirt and breast with his warm, silken tongue. Her clit pulsed in time with his sucking, her juices scorching her inner thighs. She was so hot, she wondered if she could get off by having her nipples sucked.

  Kyran lifted his head, looking right at her face. “Like that, do you?”

  She grinned, knowing she blushed, but too aroused to care. “Hell yeah,” she told him.

  “That’s it,” he praised, leaning close enough to lap at the pulse in her throat. “Let out that bad girl, Anna. This is going to be good, unless you want me to stop.” His kisses progressed downward from there.

  “Go all the way down,” she demanded. If he stopped, she’d kick his ass.

  “Keep your eyes open. Watch me eat your pussy.” Her thighs clenched, her pussy so taut and ready for him she groaned.

  With her hands still braced on his shoulders, she watched him fall to his knees before her, almost like a slave to her inner sex goddess. His broad, bare shoulders looked so strong and capable of bearing the clench of her fingernails, she held on tighter. His big hands shifted her jersey up to her waist. She pushed her hips out toward him, moving her legs farther apart, her feet planted firm.

  “Beautiful, Anna, unbelievably beautiful,” he murmured, looking right at her pussy. “You’re red and swollen, so damn wet. Fucking you is going to be real, real good. But first…” His words trailed off when his head bent toward her.

  Watching him, she saw his lips curve into a wicked grin, the scar on his chin making him look like a primal god about to devour her for a sacrifice. Her folds clenched in invitation. He inhaled her scent, dove forward, the flat of his tongue taking one long lick from her vaginal lips to her clit.

  “Ohmigod,” she gasped, the soft, evocative feel of his breath and tongue rippling through her whole body.

  “Hell, Anna, you’re so sweet, so hot.” He hummed, the sound of his pleasure whispering over her intimate flesh. On a precipice of his control, she let him feast. He used his whole mouth, his lips, his tongue, the edges of his teeth along her creases, swallowing her juices as they flowed like honey. Clutching his shoulders, she held strong, taking his ravishment and crying out for more.

  It was delicious, wicked, amazing. Kyran’s tongue poked into her opening, his left hand flat against her abdomen to keep her shirt out of his way. Anna’s hips jerked and he held her fast. Her entire body trembled, attuned to the lick, poke and twirl of his tongue over sensitive tissue. He dared to nibble her folds again and she damn near came without having her clitoris manipulated.

  She wanted that, wanted his tongue on her clit. But he seemed to know that she needed attention on all of her pussy, not just there. His nose nuzzled her trimmed bush, his breath fanning her inner thighs. Her hips fought his attempt to keep her still. Needing to move, to enslave him if she could, she arched.

  “Dammit, Kyran, that’s good, so fucking good.” His tongue centered on her cleft and she felt his licks all the way to her toes, he was that good.

  Kyran’s opposite hand caressed her bare thighs, scratching, caressing. He gave up trying to control her as she managed to hoist herself away from the wall just enough that he could squeeze her ass. The hand on her cheeks moved inward to tease at her crease until her vagina convulsed in desperate need for that forbidden temptation.

  “Unh, I shouldn’t want that,” she cried out, knowing she did.

  “Don’t be afraid.” Kyran’s words vibrated her clit and she vaulted to the stratosphere. His tongue swiped at the painfully erect nub, gently flicking the tip around the hard nub of flesh. Tiny nerves sang, drawing her closer to the edge, only to have him dart away to penetrate the full blade of his tongue deep inside her.<
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  “Ohmigod, ohmigod,” she murmured, grasping at his shoulders, thrusting against him.

  She wanted to crow, to shout, anything to keep his remarkable, agile tongue fucking her hard and deep. She’d never known a man’s tongue could feel as good as a cock. Kyran managed to wedge it so far into her, he was licking her walls.

  Her instinct was to fuck his face, to keep him chained between her spread thighs forever. If she could harness this pleasure, she would enslave him to her pussy for a lifetime.

  His nose began nudging her clit, never too fast, always hitting the exact way that she needed. Kyran withdrew, flicking her folds and creases with quick, playful laps. With one finger, he swept her juices all the way to her asshole, wetting it.

  Ever dominant, his tongue thrust back up inside of her. His nose tapped her clit. His thumb pushed against her puckered ass and he pulled back enough to growl. “Come, Anna, now,” he commanded, tongue fucking her at the same time his thumb pushed deeper.

  Screaming his name, she came in a hot rush, her pussy convulsing around his face, and she came and came, a flood of juices running down her thighs. Kyran didn’t let up tonguing or nuzzling her. He wasn’t done. He pushed her back up, withdrawing his thumb to gather more cream and press farther into her ass, breaching that tight ring of muscle. Shockingly wicked spikes rocked through her, sending her back into orbit, her cries echoing through the locker room.

  Unaware that she’d dug little crescents in his skin, she crested, watching Kyran Black lick and swallow her cum.

  Only after she was shaking so hard she’d have fallen if it weren’t for the wall and Kyran holding her in place did she plead for mercy. “Kyran, please, god, no more, I’m going to pass out.”

  Kyran laughed smugly and drew back. “You need multiple orgasms more often. Lucky for you, I’m the man for the job. No more bland sex for you, beautiful.” Taking his own sweet time, he hummed and lapped at the sticky cream on her inner thighs.