True
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She broke the kiss. “Put me on the bed.”
He tossed her and she landed on the soft mattress with a bounce. She laughed. “In a hurry? That was kind of fun.”
“You’re on the bed.” He grinned, bent down and tore off one of his boots. He gripped the bedpost with one hand to steady his balance. “Now you need to be na**d before I tear your clothes off. I want you too bad, Jeanie.”
She sat up and got to her knees while yanking her shirt up her body. She tossed it aside. “I want you too.”
Her pants were easy to shove down since they were just stretch fabric. She threw herself backward to sprawl in the center of the bed, wiggling the rest of the way out of them. She aimed and tossed them at True. He’d opened his shirt but was working on the snaps of his pants. Her pants hit him square in the chest. She laughed as his head jerked up in surprise.
“Hurry up, slowpoke.” She stretched flat, totally na**d and knew she had his full attention when he ran his narrowed gaze over every inch of her. She rolled over, lifted up to her hands and knees, smiling. “You said something about mounting. I imagine this is the right position for it?”
He growled low and quickly shed his clothes. He grasped the edge of the bed and crawled toward her, looking a little wild and savage with his sharp teeth showing and a voracious gleam in his eyes. She enjoyed seeing him that way, all well-defined muscles and bigger than life. He surprised her by reaching up and knocking her over onto her side instead of just curling around her body the way she expected.
“What are y—”
He pounced, grabbing her leg and twisting her around on the bed until he crouched over her. “I can’t mount you until you’re really wet.” A grin curved his lips as he looked down at her slightly parted thighs. “I know just how to get you that way. Open up for me.”
She didn’t blush as she accommodated his request, drawing her knees up but placing her feet far apart to give him plenty of space as he lowered his face. His lips brushed a kiss over her inner thigh, moved downward and she giggled when he tickled her with his hair, which fell forward to tease her lower belly.
“You think this is funny?” He glanced up, still smiling.
“Your hair,” she explained.
“I’ll cut it tomorrow.”
“Don’t.” Her fingers ran through the loose strands, pulling it away from his face. “I like you just the way you are. Don’t change a thing.”
One eyebrow arched and the smile faded. “Do you mean that?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t scare you at all?”
“Nope.”
“Good. Remember that.”
She opened her mouth to ask why she should but True shoved his hands under her ass, grabbed hold of her in a firm grip and his shoulders pressed against her inner thighs to force them wider. His mouth was hot and wet as he nuzzled against her sex and his tongue lashed at her clit.
Jeanie moaned and hoped she didn’t pull his hair when she fisted it in her hands. Sensations swamped her as he attacked. There was nothing gentle or tender about the way he manipulated her body. Growls tore from him, adding vibrations into the mix. He sucked, holding her tightly when she tried to buck away from the too-intense pleasure. Raw nerves felt exposed while he mercilessly forced her to come. She cried out as the quick and powerful cl**ax struck.
True tore his mouth away and she went limp, eyes still closed, reeling from the magnitude of what he could do to her. His hair was pulled from her relaxed fingers and she couldn’t even gasp when he released her ass, flipped her over onto her stomach and came down on top of her. His legs got between hers and spread them to make room for him.
“Jeanie,” he rasped.
He lifted up for just a second, his hand brushing against her ass as he reached between them to grip his cock. The thick tip of it nudged the entrance to her pu**y before he filled her, entering her fast. She moaned as he lowered his weight over her and his forearms braced alongside her arms, pinning her completely under him.
He moved, driving in and out of her with enough force to slam the headboard into the wall. Pleasure built as he adjusted his h*ps to be able thrust into her pu**y fast and deep. The sensation of being taken was so good she couldn’t even form words. She did manage to turn her hands, grabbing at his just for something to cling to.
She tried to match his movements but he spread his legs more, put more weight on her, and kept her immobile. There was something really sexy about knowing all she could do was feel as True f**ked her faster, harder, and his ragged breathing against her throat was just an added sensation that turned her on more.
Her vaginal walls clamped down and she knew she was going to come. “Don’t stop,” she begged, feeling how incredibly hard and thick his dick was, worried that he wouldn’t last long enough to get her off a second time.
The sharp sting of pain that radiated from her shoulder near the curve of her neck threw her over the edge of pleasure and she came with a scream. The mattress muffled it. True nipped her harder with his sharp teeth. She felt him coming too. Every blast of his se**n created a warm sensation as his h*ps slowed, his c**k locking inside her as he swelled, until he held still.
He licked at the throbbing area and made an animalistic sound, filled with emotion. She couldn’t identify it but she liked it. “Mine,” he whispered.
It took Jeanie a few seconds to catch her breath and recover. True’s weight still pinned her but he braced his arms and kept enough off her upper body so she didn’t have a hard time pulling air into her lungs.
He tossed her and she landed on the soft mattress with a bounce. She laughed. “In a hurry? That was kind of fun.”
“You’re on the bed.” He grinned, bent down and tore off one of his boots. He gripped the bedpost with one hand to steady his balance. “Now you need to be na**d before I tear your clothes off. I want you too bad, Jeanie.”
She sat up and got to her knees while yanking her shirt up her body. She tossed it aside. “I want you too.”
Her pants were easy to shove down since they were just stretch fabric. She threw herself backward to sprawl in the center of the bed, wiggling the rest of the way out of them. She aimed and tossed them at True. He’d opened his shirt but was working on the snaps of his pants. Her pants hit him square in the chest. She laughed as his head jerked up in surprise.
“Hurry up, slowpoke.” She stretched flat, totally na**d and knew she had his full attention when he ran his narrowed gaze over every inch of her. She rolled over, lifted up to her hands and knees, smiling. “You said something about mounting. I imagine this is the right position for it?”
He growled low and quickly shed his clothes. He grasped the edge of the bed and crawled toward her, looking a little wild and savage with his sharp teeth showing and a voracious gleam in his eyes. She enjoyed seeing him that way, all well-defined muscles and bigger than life. He surprised her by reaching up and knocking her over onto her side instead of just curling around her body the way she expected.
“What are y—”
He pounced, grabbing her leg and twisting her around on the bed until he crouched over her. “I can’t mount you until you’re really wet.” A grin curved his lips as he looked down at her slightly parted thighs. “I know just how to get you that way. Open up for me.”
She didn’t blush as she accommodated his request, drawing her knees up but placing her feet far apart to give him plenty of space as he lowered his face. His lips brushed a kiss over her inner thigh, moved downward and she giggled when he tickled her with his hair, which fell forward to tease her lower belly.
“You think this is funny?” He glanced up, still smiling.
“Your hair,” she explained.
“I’ll cut it tomorrow.”
“Don’t.” Her fingers ran through the loose strands, pulling it away from his face. “I like you just the way you are. Don’t change a thing.”
One eyebrow arched and the smile faded. “Do you mean that?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t scare you at all?”
“Nope.”
“Good. Remember that.”
She opened her mouth to ask why she should but True shoved his hands under her ass, grabbed hold of her in a firm grip and his shoulders pressed against her inner thighs to force them wider. His mouth was hot and wet as he nuzzled against her sex and his tongue lashed at her clit.
Jeanie moaned and hoped she didn’t pull his hair when she fisted it in her hands. Sensations swamped her as he attacked. There was nothing gentle or tender about the way he manipulated her body. Growls tore from him, adding vibrations into the mix. He sucked, holding her tightly when she tried to buck away from the too-intense pleasure. Raw nerves felt exposed while he mercilessly forced her to come. She cried out as the quick and powerful cl**ax struck.
True tore his mouth away and she went limp, eyes still closed, reeling from the magnitude of what he could do to her. His hair was pulled from her relaxed fingers and she couldn’t even gasp when he released her ass, flipped her over onto her stomach and came down on top of her. His legs got between hers and spread them to make room for him.
“Jeanie,” he rasped.
He lifted up for just a second, his hand brushing against her ass as he reached between them to grip his cock. The thick tip of it nudged the entrance to her pu**y before he filled her, entering her fast. She moaned as he lowered his weight over her and his forearms braced alongside her arms, pinning her completely under him.
He moved, driving in and out of her with enough force to slam the headboard into the wall. Pleasure built as he adjusted his h*ps to be able thrust into her pu**y fast and deep. The sensation of being taken was so good she couldn’t even form words. She did manage to turn her hands, grabbing at his just for something to cling to.
She tried to match his movements but he spread his legs more, put more weight on her, and kept her immobile. There was something really sexy about knowing all she could do was feel as True f**ked her faster, harder, and his ragged breathing against her throat was just an added sensation that turned her on more.
Her vaginal walls clamped down and she knew she was going to come. “Don’t stop,” she begged, feeling how incredibly hard and thick his dick was, worried that he wouldn’t last long enough to get her off a second time.
The sharp sting of pain that radiated from her shoulder near the curve of her neck threw her over the edge of pleasure and she came with a scream. The mattress muffled it. True nipped her harder with his sharp teeth. She felt him coming too. Every blast of his se**n created a warm sensation as his h*ps slowed, his c**k locking inside her as he swelled, until he held still.
He licked at the throbbing area and made an animalistic sound, filled with emotion. She couldn’t identify it but she liked it. “Mine,” he whispered.
It took Jeanie a few seconds to catch her breath and recover. True’s weight still pinned her but he braced his arms and kept enough off her upper body so she didn’t have a hard time pulling air into her lungs.
