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Chapter Three

Anna was awash in sensation. Her body trembled as she fought to hold back her desperation for the kiss. He was going to slow, tasting her when she wanted nothing more than to be devoured. Her experience was nil, but it didn t stop the clawing, heart stopping need that poured from her and dampened her clenching vagina. She may know next to nothing about actually being with a man. But her imagination and her fingers had made up for that lack over the years.

She knew he wanted her just as bad. His body was tight, his muscles tense with the effort of holding back. His chest was rising and falling with hard breaths as his lips moved over hers, his tongue stroking into her mouth with controlled, mind destroying strokes. And she needed more.

She moaned against the kiss as she moved, lifting her body as his hands gripped her hips as though to still her, his head pulling back as he stared at her. His eyes, usually a brilliant, gorgeous blue, were darker now, heavy with desire as he watched her silently.

She moved until she straddled his hips, her cunt clenching at the thought of pressing it against the hard ridge of flesh contained beneath his jeans.

Anna, his voice was rough, hot. She nearly climaxed from the sound of the deep baritone alone.

She settled against his lap, her pussy pressing against the thick erection beneath her. His hips jerked, driving the hard wedge against her pillowy cunt as her back arched in reaction.

This is dangerous, he bit out, thought his hands were bunching the material of her dress, pulling it up her thighs as he watched her carefully.

I m a virgin, Blake. Not ignorant, she assured him. I know you re used to more experience, but you can teach me what you like.

She was incredibly, tormentingly jealous of the women she knew he had been with. She wanted his touch, all of it, forever.

You ll be the death of me. His hands moved beneath the skirt, curving over the outside of her thighs.

I m wet for you, Blake, she whispered. I get so wet thinking of you that I feel as though I m going to drown from the need.

Shit. He exhaled roughly his face flushing as his hands clenched, inches from her cunt.

Teach me, Blake. She touched his lips with her own. Show me what you like.

He didn t need a second invitation, and though Anna was prepared for the hunger in his kiss, she wasn t prepared for her own response. When his lips slanted over hers, his tongue plunging past her lips, taking her mouth with a barely controlled sexuality that took her breath.

One hand moved from her thighs, smoothed up her waist, then curved into the loose bodice of her dress. She cried out. She couldn t still the sound as his large hand cupped her, his thumb raking over her nipple as his tongue drew hers into a sexual duel of pleasure.

His hips pressed upward against the barrier of her panties, grinding against her sensitive pussy as her system rocked with the pleasure. She could feel sensual flames shooting through her vagina, rocking her womb as the heat of his cock pressed into her. She pressed back, her hips moving, undulating against him as he captured her hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

She was gasping for breath when he tore his mouth from hers, his lips smoothing over her jaw, her throat, arching her in his arms as his mouth suddenly covered the tormented peak of her breast.

Blake, she cried out his name, she couldn t help it.

Sensation sizzled through her nipple, tightening it further, sensitizing it more as his tongue washed over it, his mouth drawing on her with a suckling heat that had her shuddering in his grip.

She rocked against the heat of his jeans covered cock, her head thrown back, sensations piling one atop the other until she threatened to explode from the pressure of her own need.

Blake s hot mouth was an instrument of torturous pleasure on her tightened nipple, his teeth a rough rasp of threatened pressure as he nibbled at the hard little peak. And his weren t still. They clenched at the elastic band of her panties, his rumbling moan her only warning before a hard tug snapped the fragile fabric.

His hand cupped her pussy. His fingers delving between the swollen folds to find the thick, hot honey that poured from her vagina. Anna couldn t breathe. He hands gripped his shoulders, her body stilled, tightening at the pending explosion as Blake held her close, feeding from her nipple as his fingers carefully explored her untried cunt.

Anna. His lifted his mouth from her breast, his lips whispering over her flesh. God baby. You don t know what you re asking for.

She shuddered in his arms as two fingers probed at the tight entrance to her pussy.

Blake, I ve dreamed of this, she whimpered. For so long. For too long.

His forehead lay against her chest as he panted for breath, his fingers working slowly inside her soaked vagina, stretching the sensitive tissue, as a coil of fire seemed to tighten in her womb.

He was fighting for control. She could feel the battle in his quivering muscles as he tested her pussy with slow strokes of his fingers. The burning fullness stretching her vagina was driving her crazy. He was working them inside her slowly, thrusting in and out with slow, controlled movements, stroking the nerve endings, setting them ablaze with her need for more.

Stay still, he warned her roughly as twisted against him, needing more.

I can t Blake. She was whimpering as her thighs clenched, her hips moving against the rasp of his upper palm to her clit. I need more. Please. I can t stand it.

The sensual pain was unlike anything she had ever known before. It whipped through her body, made her flesh ache for his hard body, needing him to cover her, to drive his cock hard and deep inside her.

He moaned, a low broken sound as his fingers retreated from the hot grip of her cunt.

Blake. Fear that he would never touch her again flooded her body.

She pressed down when he moved have moved, driving his fingers deeper inside her, clenching the muscles of her pussy around the invaders as she whimpered in longing. She could feel the pressure, the spiraling pleasure that promised so much with just the right stroke.

Damn you, he cursed her then, the arm behind her back tightening around her as his fingers seemed to spread inside her narrow channel.

He was stretching her. She choked out a cry at the sensuous pain as his fingers screwed shallowly inside her one again before widening, pressing her apart, driving fiery stakes of pleasure through her fresh.

Blake. Oh God. Her back arched, her muscles tightening at the pleasure wound tighter.

You re so close aren t you baby? He whispered against her breast as his fingers retreated then fucked slow and easy inside her once again. Feel how tight you are around my fingers, Anna. My cock is harder, thicker. So damned much thicker. And I don t know if I have enough control to take you easy.

Then take me hard, she cried out desperately. I don t care how you take me Blake.

Just please, please take me

.No. Her body jerked as he moved suddenly.

He lifted her, pulling his fingers from the hot grip of her pussy as he threw the door to the car opened. With one arm wrapped around her he climbed from the car, then groaned weakly as she wrapped her legs around his hips, a moan tearing from her throat as the ridge of his cock rasped her swollen clit.