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    Santino carried her into the large shower stall and
    placed her on the rounded, built-in fiberglass stool.
    Two shower-heads rained with the hot water and she
    propped her head against the smooth surface behind
    her, watching him bathe in front of her. His muscles
    flexed without effort. He took a washcloth and
    rubbed his genitals eyeing her like he expected her to
    stop him, and she wished her hand had been there. At
    the same time, she d never seen anything sexier.
    Santino DeLuca possessed a raw hunger. The
    evidence existed in a gaze so hot that flames
    should ve danced in his eyes. The hard length of his
    cock hanging between his legs presented a solid
    temptation. He washed and lathered, caressed and
    waited. Time was on his side. He would wait for her
    to move first if he had to stand there all night.
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    Destiny Blaine
    She went to him, passing off the same bar of soap
    he d recently dropped in a dish. Turning her back,
    she pushed her hair away from her nape and handed
    him a washcloth,
    He caressed her body with wandering hands and a
    soothing touch. There wasn t any doubt. Santino was
    her first breath and her second. He made her
    vulnerable, practically feeble when he touched her.
    But when they were together, facing their enemies,
    no one made her feel stronger or more capable than
    Santino.
     God, you feel so good. His lips maintained
    distance. A moist mouth hovered over hers but he
    didn t kiss her; only acknowledged he would by
    whispering one or two sweet nothings at the corner of
    her mouth. His fingers skimmed her curves. He
    smoothed his palms over her breasts and waist,
    finally reaching her bottom where he squeezed and
    released, breathing harder against her ear.
    Controlled, Santino practiced forced restraint. He
    backed away from her and shook his head under the
    spouting water; as if he needed the drops of moisture
    in his face to shake him up or force him to
    reconsider. After the second time his will was lost.
    She deliberately stole it from him.
    Ally wrapped her hand around his cock, and what
    started out as a slow-moving hand job turned
    downright dirty. She jerked him, working for a full
    release, one meant to destroy him in an instant.
     Ally, he rasped.  This is your last warning.
     You know what you can do with that warning.
    His lips twitched and he pushed the weight of his
    cock through her tight grip.  Damn, baby.
    Finally, she could breathe. She d won. He would
    give her what she needed most right then.
    His lips fluttered over her eyelids, then met the
    tip of her nose, and finally settled on her lips. His
    whole mouth collected hers, consuming one ravenous
    kiss after another.
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    Behind The Game
    Her nerve endings were sensitized under his touch
    and she was aware of the physical attraction as much
    as the psychological requirement. She needed
    Santino, in every aspect of her life.
     Don t lose me, Ally. Don t lose this. Let me have
    you without anyone else to interfere. He picked her
    up and hooked her legs around his middle.
     That s it, sugar. You know in your heart, you
    belong to me. His appetite for desire was evident in
    every syllable. The longing appeared in many forms,
    in his facial expressions and voice. Santino handled
    himself, fondling his cock until he settled the tip
    between her drenched pussy lips.
    Grabbing her hips, he pressed her back against
    the slippery, wet wall and she opened up to him. And
    he found her just as wet as he d left her before,
    drenching with a need so absurd he found it
    preposterous to think she d actually believe she could
    ever do without him.
    He fucked her. He buried himself balls deep
    inside her warm pussy and pounded inside her.
    Santino gripped one of her hands while the other
    one held her ass. He wedged his cock inside her
    parted folds and plunged forward with a need so
    downright obsessive fighting for control of any sort
    would ve been a mute effort.
     Ally, sweet Ally.
     Don t stop, Santino. She clawed his shoulders.
    Locking her ankles behind his back she gasped each
    time he drove into her and still begged for more.
    The way he fucked her was a sinful surge of
    carnal desires. He couldn t control himself. He
    couldn t slow his pace. He used her body for leverage
    and as an anchor, stroking her with a force so [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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