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While I'm marveling at the sheer size and density of him, he seems to be enjoying my body as well. He slides his hands over my silky blouse and then lower to my skirt, where he pulls my hips against him. He could easily crush me, but his touch is tender yet firm as he caresses my body.
Our kisses deepen, and I feel a jolt of pure desire when he runs his tongue along my lower lip. Then he nips at it gently and I purr involuntarily before meeting his tongue with mine.
“You taste good,” he murmurs when we pause to catch our breath. He backs me up against the side of the building and slips a hand under my blouse. Though his touch is warm, I shiver as he grasps the bare skin at my waist. “You
feel
good too,” he says in a low, gravelly voice that does funny things to my body. Funny, tingly things that threaten to melt me into a puddle at his feet.
I curl my fingers into the hair at the back of his neck and dig my nails into his flesh as I pull his mouth back to mine. With my other hand, I blindly explore all those muscles I'd been admiring in the bar. His chest is so hard, and his massive arms are now surrounding me as I'm trapped between him and the wall.
Our kisses grow desperate and I can feel his breathing change. His hand snakes further up my torso and brushes over my bra. He nips again at my swollen lip as his fingers find my nipple and pull at it through the thin fabric. My legs go weak as dizzying impulses fire throughout my body.
"Where's your car?" he breathes against my ear before he pulls my earlobe into his mouth and tugs. Before I answer, he continues, "Never mind. My truck’s around back."
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Skye Matthews is called to handle a scandal threatening the future of magazine magnate, Driver Fox. He is handsome, gruff, and a beast in business. The perfect chemistry for a battle of wills, as Skye learns Driver is a playboy, and possibly as bad a wolf, as they come!
Skye, a curvy, strong woman, struggles to keep her work as Driver’s personal assistant and her personal life safe. But the heat between them is undeniable, and Skye finds herself falling for Driver. He finds himself falling for her as well. However, this is all before they find out they are step-related. Will their love triumph against impossible odds, or is Skye involved in just a one-time playboy fling?
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Driver dropped to the sand taking me with him.
“We can’t do this! I’m not one of your women you can just turn on and turn off like a light.”
“I turn you on?” The rasp of his tongue did things to me I’d never imagined. He ran his palms over my tits and I felt his erection prodding my scantily clad body. His size was almost too much to hold as I tried to slip away and my hand knocked against his erection. His cock bobbed and lengthened, and I gasped as his hardness angled up my belly.
Somehow he’d undone his pants. He cupped my ass and lifted me in his arms. “Great night for a swim.” He ran into the waves and we collided in the foam. He dragged me onto his chest crushing my breasts as he dipped his tongue inside my mouth. We kissed in the water, as he pushed my skirt aside and thrust his big cock in and out, over, and again. He held me still while he rammed his pole deep inside me. The water buoyed us as he ravaged me until I begged him to go harder.
What was I doing? I thought for moment. He was my boss and I was always a good girl. My mama would have a conniption if she was alive. Screwing a man I’d only just met. He pulled me with him onto the beach and he laid on top of me in the sand. His long body rested over me as he found my heat and drove his hard cock into me hard and steady.
He threw me onto his stomach and had me ride him with my back to his face. I slid up and over him, turning to face him and took him to the hilt. His eyes rolled back as he held my hips. He shoved himself hard inside me, making my body clench as my teeth chattered.
He ravaged me on the sand by the surf. And he gave me himself so fully I exploded into a thousand stars. Hearing him talk dirty as he drove his hard stomach against my slit.
“You like that, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I said.
“Want me like the porn you saw me watching.” I froze realizing he knew I’d been peeking. But I looked in his hungry eyes and could only ride him faster. He felt so good as he told me the creative ways he intended to violate me. Suddenly, he stilled, and I shuddered as I felt him burst, filling me with his seed.
I collapsed onto him as he showered me with kisses in the night.
“That’s right,” Driver growled.
I heard the waves rolling and crashing passionately inches away from us.
“You’re mine.”
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eing in love with anyone is difficult when that love has grown absent of their understanding of it. This is complicated when the object of that love is someone you have been told, either morally or legally, that you shouldn’t be in love with. Love also knows many forms and sometimes we get confused by the different kind of loves that we feel. Let me be clear here. This is not one of those cases. The love that I feel for Knox is the kind of love that gets my panties wet in seconds, makes my whole body buzz with excitement, causes my skin to break out in goosebumps, and makes me want to tear his clothes off and have him do horrible and disgusting things to me. Some people might call this lust, and I’d probably agree with them if my desire for Knox wasn’t just centred around fucking, or being fucked. Everything about him does it for me. For the first time in my life, he makes me want to give him a child, and that is not normal for me. Some people might say that it’s not normal at all after less than a month, in fact lots of people already have done anonymously in internet chat rooms or not so anonymously on facebook threads, but do you know what? Fuck those people, that’s what I say. If Knox makes me want to be the mother of his children in little other way than just being the person that he is, I feel like I should pay attention to it. Whether the fact that he’s now my stepbrother and I can’t have him ties into that, well that’s another question entirely.
Knox was sat in the curve of the sofa that used to be my dad’s resting place. I touched a cold beer on his shoulder to knock him out of whatever was distracting him - the weight of what was coming? - and a moment later he took it, his fingers for a fleeting moment I’ve replayed a thousand times, brushing lightly across mine. It’s the moments like those that make you realize what it is you have. It was never in his kiss. The song got it wrong. It was in the bits in between. The space between heartbeats, the absence of touch, the soft crush of desire at the end of a stolen breath.
It’s incredible how at home he looked, sunk into the dent my dad had spent his whole life creating. Cory had settled in like he was always meant to be there as well, like my dad never was. I perched on the edge of the arm chair that faced him, my knees up so only the tips of my toes touched the ground. Knox was wearing one of my favorite T-shirts. It was tight enough to show off the defined muscles of his arms, muscles he never seemed to work on maintaining but happened to always be there no matter what, and simple enough not to reveal the magic of what lay beyond. The taut muscles of his chest, the perfect spread of hair, the belly button and ribbed abs to die for. ‘The way to paradise’ they call the curved edge of muscle above the pubic area that sticks so perfectly above a pair of jeans. My mind, lost in it.
I could feel the electricity between us, hotter than ever. I could tell that that night was the night that something could have happened between us, if we both let it. I wanted to talk about how I felt, but I didn’t know how to. I’d rehearsed it a million times, each one leading to us falling into bed together, and when I did it at night time, one hand between my legs because the excitement of the fantasy was too much to bear just stood there in front of the mirror, playing both parts, it always went smoothly, and he always put his finger on my lips at the time I was about to confess all and said, “shhh, don’t talk, I know how you feel, I feel that way too”, my hand in his pressed against his beating heart.
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