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The look of crazy in his eyes when he turned them on me caused me to step back. My smile faded.

“I know a girl who’s gonna get burned playing with fire,” he said, lazily walking toward me.

Then in one foul swoop, he heaved me up over his shoulder and barreled down the corridor.

“Mac!” I yelled laughing, but he didn’t waiver in his mission.

The minute I squirmed, attempting to get down, he smacked my ass.

“OH. MY. GOD! I can not believe you just did that!”

SMACK

He did it again.

“It’s Thor, not God,” he chuckled, never deviating from his mission. “Where’s your key?”

A couple from the room across from me came out. I angled my neck back to see them.

“Hey,” I said as if I wasn’t hanging upside down on some hot guy’s shoulder.

I handed him my little handbag. He managed to handle me, the bag and the key. I heard the door open and the cool air from my room hit my ass.

“Jesus, woman. It’s like Antarctica in here.”

“I like to sleep cold. Would you mind putting me down now?”

As gently as one could, he plopped me onto the bed. While I stared up at him, he unknotted his tie, and though he was undressing, his eyes undressed every inch of me.

“Any reservations?” he asked, slowly unbuttoning his shirt.

I shook my head. “How old are you?” I asked. We’d lost track of that conversation somewhere along the way.

He draped his shirt over a chair and pulled his t-shirt over his head. God, he was beautiful.

“I’m old enough to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked.”

Those words sucked every ounce of oxygen from my lungs.

He grabbed my ankles, pulling me to the edge of the bed and then unexpectedly, flipped me onto my stomach. Doggy style would not have been my choice…but whatever. I wanted to look into his eyes. Cheesy? Maybe.

Slowly, he unzipped my dress then flicked me back over. OK. He tugged on the sleeves of my dress. Thank God I was lying down because gravity was helping fat sink toward the bed.

“You’re beautiful, Sam.” His words came at the perfect time—just as he’d removed my dress completely and tossed it on the chair. I was naked except for my bra. My underwear were still in his possession from earlier.

His belt was next. Part of me wanted to do it…but watching him was something I knew I’d never get to see again.

“You’re…beautiful too if I may be redundant.”

“You may.”

When his trousers slid perfectly down his legs, he left them there, standing in front of me in his boxer briefs.

“Why is it this part is always the hardest?” I asked.

“It is certainly hard, baby.” He winked, easing my tensions.

Leaning up and sitting, I wanted to take off his undershorts. He beckoned me with his finger and I eagerly stood moving toward him. His presence demanded my submission without words. He rotated his finger in a circle wanting me to turn? I did. After whisking my hair to one shoulder, his lips kissed down my neck, over my shoulders to my bra where he unfastened it. My breasts though small, were still affected by gravity too. Damn it.

My back rested against his chest while his hands came around to my breasts, cupping them, massaging them, teasing my nipples until he drew a hoarse moan from me. Without thinking, I instinctively arched my back pressing my ass into his crotch. An exaggerated groan crept up his throat near my ear.

“Tell me if I do something you don’t like…ok?” he asked, and I only nodded.

“I’ll only give you an hour to stop doing that,” I teased as his finger and thumb rolled my nipples.

“You like this? Tell me what you like, please.”

I nodded again. I think. “That. What you’re doing.”

“Mmm. I’ll do it as long as you need. But I’m going to switch to my mouth. I want to taste you.”

His body began moving forward, forcing me toward the bed. When my legs nudged the mattress, he turned me around and kissed me, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth.

With one arm supporting my waist, he laid me down, resting next to me. His body was so massive, he easily cocooned me.

The warmth of his mouth when it covered my breast was intoxicating. I could feel myself getting wetter with every lap of his tongue over my nipple.

Every time I reached for him, he slyly diverted my hand, adding an additional stimulation to me. He fingered me, this time with two fingers, as his thumb rubbed over my clit. As his fingers moved in and out of me, the sound of my wetness increased my arousal.

I’d always been sort of a one and done girl…but I wanted to never stop with Mac. There was no question that I was going to come. I opened my eyes long enough to see him staring at me with a smirk on his face.

“What?” I whispered.

“The look on your face…I’d pay to see it every day.”

The waves of pleasure exploded rippling out over my body…his touch, his words…I wanted them every day. His forehead rested on mine.

“Fuck, Sam. I feel every single pulse around my fingers. My cock wants to feel that.”

“I want that, Mac. I want that so badly.”

He stood, grabbed something from his pants pocket and then shed his boxer briefs. His cock was so large and heavy…it bobbed as he crawled back on the bed. I certainly didn’t expect anything small given the size of this man but…wow. My entire body clenched in anticipation and maybe fear.

“I feel so sorry for you,” he said with a hint of a smile.

“Why is that?”

“Sweetheart, I’m gonna fuck you every way possible.”

A quiver? I’m not sure what to call it, but my body responded to his words, and he noticed because his smile grew. From his knees, he opened the foil package and slid the condom on, stretching it to its limits. As he wedged between my legs, his eyes bore into mine. The ocean that once lived in his was a raging pool of water now.

“Please go slow,” I whispered with him bearing down at my entrance.

With pursed lips he glared at me. “Sam. When there is a drought in Nevada…the ground is dry and cracked. If there is a sudden downpour, the rain simply washes away. It doesn’t have time to soak in. But, if it is a gentle shower, the ground has a chance to catch up and it drinks that water up.”

He said Nevada, which is a state away from me.

“Is my vagina the dry and cracked ground in this scenario?”

“Nope, your delicious, wet pussy is and my dick is the gentle shower. And it’s gonna rain all night,” he said with a grin.

His body rested between my legs forcing my legs as far apart as they could go. The softness in his lips assured me he would take it slow.

As he began to push inside, I could feel myself stretch beyond what I ever thought I could.

“Ohhh!” I whimpered, and he came to a stop.

I tilted my hips up to take more of him. “Mm,” he groaned pushing forth again, and at the same time, leaning down and sucking my nipple into his mouth. God, this man was good.

“You feel…incredible, Sam,” he panted.

The dick on this guy was so massive around that he inadvertently rubbed my clit as he moved in and out. With that movement, slow and steady, a climax built that I was unprepared for. I’d never had an orgasm with sex alone before.

With his fingertips, he brushed down my cheek.

“So…” he breathed. “Is it what you remembered?” he asked, a smile pulling at his lips; pure pleasure radiated from his eyes.

I shook my head almost uncontrollably from side to side. Sex had never been like this. Every part of me wanted to be absorbed by this man…I wanted to seep into the pores of his body and live there. Though I knew he would never be mine, I closed my eyes and committed this moment to memory, knowing it would be stuck on replay in my mind forever.

As my orgasm bordered on the brink of eruption, I raised my hips to meet his and I’ll be damned if he had more to offer as he went deeper.

“Ah!” I groaned nearly in pain as my body seemed to reach its cock limit…yet mingled with pleasure I would never forget.

His hand skidded through my hair, firmly gripping the back of my neck, and then his mouth covered mine as he kissed me deeply, moaning into my mouth.

I broke free of the kiss to catch my breath as rolls of pleasure built.

“I’m gonna come, Mac.”

“Oh baby…me too.”

When I came, I kept my hips moving to continue the friction with my clit and holy hell, my insides greedily squeezed around him; the fullness inside was like nothing I’d ever experienced.

“Oh God, Sam…Oh…” he groaned hoarsely into my ear. The warm air making me hotter. I pushed him back so I could see his face.

“Mac, come for me,” I whispered and an erotic haze crept into his eyes as he plunged into me. “AH!” I screamed, finally taking all of him.

“Fuck!” he cried out.

Every single pulse of his cock ricocheted off the inside of me as the rest of his body twitched. He rested on his forearms, his forehead pressed against mine…our bodies melded together as one.

“Oh, sweet girl,” he spoke softly, trying to catch his breath. He slowly pulled out and rested next to me. “Wow…”

“Wow?” I asked, not having ever had someone react to sex with me that way and still unsure what it meant.

“Yeah, just wow.”

The jolt of my body brought my eyes open, and I blinked trying to determine where exactly I was. Sleeping with someone was foreign to me.

“Don’t,” Sam moaned or maybe it was “No.”

Her leg kicked forward…was she dreaming?

I tightened my arm around her waist pulling her snuggly against me. The smell of her hair permeated my senses making me hard again.

“Mmm,” she groaned, and though that only made me harder, there was something about it that wasn’t a moan of pleasure. That’s when the whimpering began, and I laid her flat. Her face drew up into a painful grimace as if she were crying.

“Sam…” I whispered, shaking her, but only caused her to arch her back away from me. Then one of her feet reared back kicking me in the shin.

“Nooo,” she cried.

The cries weren’t urgent but more…painful?

“Samantha,” I said more sternly, and she shot upright.

“Mac,” she panted and damn, I loved hearing my name roll off her lips. “I’m sorry.” Her strained expression didn’t go away.

Once I had her close to me, I asked, “Want to talk about it?”

Immediately, she pushed away from me, got up off the bed and grabbed my undershirt. “May I?”

“Please.”

She slid the shirt over her body and then walked to the balcony, opened the door and stood where the breeze rushed over her. Stunning. My shirt hugged her beautifully. I wasn’t sure what to do. If she wanted her space, I’d try to give it to her. But I needed to know if she was ok.

“Sam?”

“Jake’s father. He, uh, used to make threats.” A rough breath rattled through her lips.

I sat upright, resting against the wall.

“Because of my job, he was a little more hands on than I was early on. He didn’t work, I did and… Well he was an okay father but certainly not the better parent and…when things weren’t good, there were these constant threats that he was going to get custody if I divorced him.”

Goddamn, fucking douche bags that threaten women, I shook my head as anger surfaced. The silhouette of her body in my shirt was breathtakingly beautiful. The breeze, from the balcony door being open, swept through her hair blowing it to one side. Her delicate neck exposed perfectly. I loved that neck.

“I stayed longer than I should have in the marriage, but I so wanted Jake to have two parents…together. And bottom line is, things weren’t going to get better. Things only got worse. Everyone we knew was aware of his extracurricular activities. Hell, I knew about them too, but I just wanted to be with Jake…I knew that if we divorced, there were days of his that I wouldn’t be a part of. So I looked the other way. God, it sounds so pathetic and weak now.”

When her head hung, the need to comfort her forced me to get up. Without thinking, I wrapped my arms around her.

“Weak and pathetic are not two words I would use for you…ever,” I whispered near her ear.

Her shoulders inched up…I think I tickled her.

“I’m sorry you went through that. You deserve so much more. So, was your nightmare thinking back about it?”

Her head rested against my chest but I felt the nod. “For the most part. They just seem to involve Jake on every level. I lose him nightly in my dreams. Whether it’s Bryan trying to take him or…” she paused. “Something else,” she whispered.

So the fucker had a name. Bryan.

I turned her to face me. Her eyes skated up my abdomen and chest before finding my eyes. This made me happy.

“I’m sorry, Sam.”

“I’m sorry that I even had to tell you that embarrassing story.” She looked at the floor between us. “Old lady problems,” she added with a trace of humor in her tone.

Quickly, I lifted her chin. “An old lady problem is vaginal dryness and sweetheart, need I remind you how wet you were?”

Instantly, her eyes hooded and her bottom lip parted from her top as a soft gasp slipped out of her mouth. Her hands skidded up my chest lying flush with my skin. I watched as she leaned in, her lips pecked my chest, my own breath hitched in my throat.

The only thing standing between us was my very alert cock. I reached for the hem on my t-shirt that she wore. I liked her in it but right now, I wanted her out of it. As I lifted the shirt, she raised her arms. I dropped to my knees, kneading her breasts with my nose.

“If you motor boat those, Mac, I promise you I will motor bite your dick.”

OH MY GOD! I fell onto my back hysterically laughing…half of me on the balcony. “Motor bite?”

“SHHH!” she shushed me, giggling, and pulled her feet beneath her next to me. “You want to motor boat somebody sweetheart, find someone else.”

I jerked her toward me, my body still rumbling with amusement.

“I don’t want someone else. I want you,” I said as humor floated out of my tone. There was more truth to those words than she knew. This woman was beautiful, funny, sexy, smart…fuck.

She straddled me, lust heavy in her eyes. When she sat upright, her pussy slid nicely over the head of my cock then down the side…not going in. With only the movement of her hips, she easily glided up and down the side…not allowing penetration.