Page 32 of Shephard

The close proximity was electrifying.

I peered down at her for a few seconds, waiting to see if she’d attempt to shove me aside. It was the only reprieve she would be allowed. I whipped her around, driving her back against the same wall where I’d stood. Only I fisted her ponytail, using it to keep her right where I wanted her.

There were no words needed as she attempted to fight for superiority in the room. Of course I’d win, but it was fun to see her try. She even attempted to use a wrestling move to trip me up, but I was way ahead of her. I slipped my other hand to the back of her neck, squeezing while I lifted her head and lowered mine.

“Nice try, sweetheart.” As I captured her mouth, I was instantly reminded how sweet she tasted. Tonight, her mouth was more on fire than before, her tongue attempting to gain control.

Not going to happen.

I crushed her body against mine, grinding my hips so she understood she was mine for the taking. Like it or not.

She continued fighting, but eventually decided to use her feminine wiles for a power exchange. I allowed her to think it was going to work.

For a few seconds.

The passion was more intense than a few nights before, the crazy feeling of being alive tearing through every muscle. Her moans were addictive, my cock now pressing tightly against my jeans. Relief was not a question, but a necessity.

I allowed her to shove me away and her smile told me she was ready to strike like a snake. I was right. Her bite on my bottom lip was painful, easily drawing blood, but it only fueled the raging fire.

When she cupped my bulge, I sensed keeping my own self-control was going to be tough. I tugged on her hair, forcing her back into an arch and biting down on her neck. Why the hell not mark her with more than just my scent?

She hissed through clenched teeth, still trying to reach for my cock. Maybe she could fondle it later, but I was far too famished.

I was finished with foreplay, jerking her around toward the mirror. Glancing at her reflection, I sensed she had something up her sleeve. Too bad she wasn’t going to accomplish her goal.

The feisty woman was shocked when I easily unfastened her jeans, ripping the dense material down her rounded hips without any issue.

I wasn’t surprised she wasn’t attempting to stop me, the wicked smile on her face a clear indication she felt the same.

Same desires.

Same needs.

Same feeling of ignoring any sense of common decency.

Ravaging this woman right here was sinful, but would be delicious. I wrangled her thong down as well, marveling at how wet she was. Before I bothered to unfasten my belt, I slipped my fingers in between her swollen folds. Her rapid breathing was a nice reward. I wasted no time, maneuvering my jeans down to where I could enjoy the moment.

Her grip on the counter tightened with one hand, but she slammed the other against the mirror, the force jarring both of us. I gave her a stark look and drove the entire length of my cock deep into her pussy.

She was tight, so much so my entire body tensed even as another shot of current jetted through me. I was amazed how good it felt as her muscles constricted like a tight vise around my shaft. I could do nothing more than thrust inside of her for an hour.

But I knew I wouldn’t last that long. I powered into her, rocking my hips as I drove myself onto the balls of my feet.

The ache in my testicles continued, but the wetness of her tight channel offered some delirious relief.

She was panting, staring at me with unblinking eyes. The steam was increasing on the mirror and it was the second time of the night I grinned. This has been a damn good idea.

I had a grip on her hips, digging my nails in, but I certainly didn’t need to hold her in place. She was rocking with me, meeting every brutal thrust when she could. Our animalistic sounds increased as our desire reached a frenetic pinnacle.

The moment was close to being perfect, although I was determined after this night I’d stay away from her. It would be best for both of us. But right now, all my mind could process was unloading deep within her sweet pussy.

As her muscles continued clenching and releasing, I sensed she was close to coming. I picked up my rhythm, plunging more savagely than before. This wasn’t about being gentle in any way. Not that she cared. It was obvious she liked it rough.

Another plus.

Along with her stunning good looks and adventurous spirit. Now I was a philosopher. I growled like some beast as her body tensed. Yeah, I wanted her to come. I was having a tough time keeping control, but as she began to float closer to nirvana, I slowed my rhythm and switched the angle.

“Oh. My. God. You…” Denise wasn’t able to finish her exclamation, throwing her head back as she pounded her handagainst the mirror. She bucked hard against my body, the noises we were both making primal.