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both between his thumbs and index fingers before his hands dropped away from her. Get on your
knees.
She did so without complaint, her hands immediately grasping his hips and bringing him closer to
her parted lips. She licked at the very tip of him, a slow, tantalizing drag of her tongue that nearly
unhinged him where he stood. Having her submissive in front of him, doing his bidding with no
protest and all the while his neighbor watched, it was too much.
Just too damned much.
Stacy was beautiful, her hair wild, sucking him with unabashed pleasure. She slid him deep inside
her mouth, her tongue lashing, lips slurping noisily as she moaned around his shaft. He plowed his
fingers into her hair, gripped either side of her head as he began to thrust. Deeper, deeper still,
fucking her mouth, groaning with every drag of her lips until he felt the familiar buildup, knew without
a doubt he was close.
Not like this, he rasped, his voice hoarse, his breathing erratic. He tugged on her hair and drew
her off him and she gazed up at him with confusion etched all over her face. I want to be inside you.
Stand up. Turn around.
She got to her feet and turned, offering her lush backside to him. Without his order, as if she read
his mind she placed her splayed hands on the cool sliding glass door and bent over. Offering him a
view of her wet, pink folds.
Fuck. He went to his bedside table and withdrew a condom, sheathing himself with lightning
movements. Rushing back to her, he took a hold of her slender waist, ran his free hand across her
silky smooth ass, earning a shiver out of her. He wanted to tease, wanted to watch her jump out of her
skin and he dragged his index finger down the shadowy crack of her ass lightly, tickling her, making
her giggle and squirm.
Without warning he lifted his hand away and gave her a resounding, hard smack across one pretty
plump cheek.
Ouch! She jumped and he watched in satisfaction as her skin reddened from his palm. He
couldn t remember the last time he gave anyone a little swat on the ass.
Tell me that didn t just make you wetter, he murmured, bending over her, his front pressed
against her back. Their bodies were sweaty, their skin stuck together for the briefest moment, binding
them. Tell me you didn t like it, and I ll never do it again.
She was silent but for the low whimper that escaped her as she rubbed wantonly against him. Her
ass brushed his cock, and he slid inside her easily. Fully, balls deep.
Damn, she was wet. Their mingled groans filled the room, and he glanced out the window. Saw
that his mysterious neighbor watched them. His mouth slack, his eyes like slits as he continued to
stroke himself in time with Eric s strokes inside Stacy s willing body.
Oh God, I m gonna come, she said on a moan, her head bent low, all attention to their watcher
long forgotten, at least on her part. She was too wrapped up in the incessant fucking, the meeting and
connection of their bodies. He thrust harder, faster, his hands gripping her hips so tight surely he d
leave a mark.
He found at the moment, he really didn t fucking care. Hell, he could almost get off on the thought
of leaving a mark, of marring her skin, marking his territory, letting everyone know that she belonged
to him. She was his.
Mine.
The single word ran rampant through his brain.
Mine, mine, mine.
She was his. She would belong to no other, just him. Always him. She d admitted her love for him,
the sweetest, most poignant words ever spoken and he d confessed his love for her in return.
Mine.
They were together. They belonged together. For better or worse and it didn t matter one good
goddamn if he sounded like he just recited wedding vows, he was that gone over her. The mere
thought of marrying her, making her his in a permanent and legal way sent a warm, exciting tremor
rumbling throughout his body.
You belong to me, he muttered as he fucked her relentlessly, the sound of their connecting bodies
loud and juicy. Arousing and delicious. She was so wet, so stuffed full of him and he knew she was
close. Could tell by the tempo of her breathing, the clenching and tightening of her body.
Yes, she panted, out of breath, gasping for air. I belong to you.
No one else. He thrust hard, making her cry out. Not ever.
Only you, Eric. Only you. The last word keened as she climaxed, her entire body shuddering.
Her inner muscles clamped tight around his shaft, squeezing and releasing, squeezing and releasing
until he had no choice but to come.
Which he did. With a loud, resounding roar of approval. His entire body shook with his release, it
felt as if his cock would never stop spurting come and then finally, finally it was over.
As was their performance. It was good while it lasted but damn it, now he wanted Stacy all to
himself.
Eric took her into his arms. Just lifted her as if she weighed nothing and hauled her to the bed,
gently setting her down. She watched in exhausted splendor as he went to the sliding glass door and
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