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  I caught her without thought and backed up, thankful that I’d parked close enough to the curb that I stepped directly on top of the grass. If I hadn’t, I’d be on my ass.

  “Take me inside,” she ordered. “Before I fuck you right here in the middle of my yard.”

  I growled and stepped back a little more, searching blindly for the door to close it as I continued to assault her mouth with my own.

  “You taste like the chocolate shake you had,” I growled. “So fuckin’ sweet.”

  She shivered in my arms, and my hand finally caught on to the goddamn door.

  Swinging it shut with a little too much force, I reached for the keys in her hand and blindly locked it, knowing without actually seeing that I’d accomplished my goal due to the amount of times I’d done it over my career.

  Once I had everything locked up tight, I headed in the direction of Camryn’s front door, finally breaking free of her mouth when I nearly tripped over a potted plant.

  “Steps,” she breathed. “There are steps.”

  I looked down, catching sight of steps, as well as my hand firmly planted on her ass.

  I squeezed it, doing what I’d wanted to do for quite a while now, and took the steps two at a time.

  She bounced up and down against my shaft, and I groaned into her throat.

  “The code to get in is three-five-seven-one,” she breathed. “For both the deadbolt and the doorknob.”

  I sank my teeth lightly into her neck, and she fisted her hands into my hair.

  Yanking my hair hard, she looked down into my face. “Take me inside.”

  I grinned. “Impatient little thing.”

  “No.” She paused. “I don’t want you to get in trouble for fucking me on my front porch. I’m fairly sure I could say it wasn’t me. But you being so distinctive with the tattoos, plus the police cruiser? You’d get fired in a heartbeat.”

  Her being worried about my career was quite endearing.

  Typing in the numbers that got me entrance to her place, I committed them to memory for future use.

  When the alarm started to sound, I walked her over to the panel and then watched as she typed in another code, this one six-four-four-nine.

  I committed that one to memory, too.

  I wondered if she realized what she’d just done.

  She’d trusted me with entrance into her sanctuary, and I’d be using it.

  This wouldn’t be the only time that we came together.

  No way, no how.

  Based on the kisses that we’d participated in up until this point, I was going to love sinking my cock into her. I was also going to have a hard time staying away.

  Hell, I’d had a hard time staying away before I’d kissed her.

  It was going to be impossible now.

  The door slammed as I kicked it shut with my foot.

  “Now you can do what you want to me,” she breathed.

  A thought occurred to me, and before we got too far into this, I’d be smart and try to rein in my libido.

  “Do you have any condoms?” I pulled back slightly.

  She looked at me like I’d spoken in a foreign language.

  “Cam?” I squeezed her ass. “Condoms?”

  She bit her lip and thought about it for a few long seconds. “I have some…I’m just not sure if they’re actually supposed to be used or not.”

  I frowned at her. “What does that mean?”

  She wiggled, and I set her down on her feet.

  She hurried toward where I assumed was her bedroom, and I followed her at a much more sedate pace.

  I wanted to chase after her and tackle her to the ground. I wanted to rip those clothes off her body and slip my cock out of the zipper of my jeans and then fuck her senseless.

  Instead, I stayed as far behind as I could manage, and still keep her in sight.

  I found her bending over her bedside table, pulling out an arrangement of some sort.

  “What’s that?” I asked, looking at the balloon/condom assortment.

  “Raleigh got it for me for my birthday,” she answered, looking at me gleefully. “Do you think you can use these?”

  I walked up to her and plucked one of the little foil squares out of the placard holder, inspecting the package.

  “Um,” I paused, trying to make my brain think past the tent in my pants. “I think so.”

  She grinned, then she pounced.

  I fell backward on the bed, just like she wanted me to, and allowed her to take the lead.

  I swallowed hard when she went directly for my zipper.

  I had to catch her hand before she took my dick off with the zipper. “Easy, honey. Swear to God, I want to use that thing in just a second.”

  She snickered against my lips, then started to descend my body.

  I reached my hands up high over my head and captured the frame of the bed that was above my head. The metal in my hands felt cool and somewhat soothing as I tightened my hold and willed myself not to let go.

  Especially when she stopped at the waistband of my jeans and started to skim her nose along my happy trail.

  She shoved my shirt up, exposing my belly, and pressed a kiss just above my navel.

  “I’ve wanted to kiss your abs since the first day I saw you at the gym with your shirt off,” she whispered against my belly. “I wanted to lick the sweat that was dripping down over your abs, too.”

  I licked my lips and tried to get my dick under control. It barely worked.

  The only reason it even remotely worked was due to the fact that I wanted this to be good for Camryn. I didn’t want to come in my jeans like a twelve-year-old. I wanted to be deep inside of her when I went, preferably after I’d given her mind-shattering orgasms.

  I swallowed hard as she went back to my jeans and flicked my button open.

  The next thing to go down was my zipper.

  That was when I made the mistake of looking down my body at her.

  She was still in her sweat pants and a T-shirt. Hell, she still had her socks and shoes on.

  Her hair was in a messy bun on top of her head, and some of it was falling down around her face, pooling on my thighs. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever witnessed in my life.

  My hands let go of the bed, and my arms started to trail down the bed toward her.

  But before I could get there, she viciously yanked open my jeans and tugged down my underwear, allowing my cock to finally break free of its confines.

  She looked down at said cock and, face to tip with it, and her eyes widened.

  “This is even bigger than I’d first thought. This isn’t normal,” she told me. “Where do you put this when it’s in your pants? Do you tuck it into the waistband of your pants?”

  I froze with my hands mid-way to her hair, smiling while closing my eyes and bowing my body as I practically thrust up toward her, ignoring her questions.

  She took pity on me and wrapped her hand around my cock, and I finally knew the meaning of ecstasy.

  Her hand, although small, seemed to fit me perfectly. Her fingers, although not able to fit around me completely, looked like they were made to be there.

  And the way she kept sweeping her thumb over the tip of my cock, swiping at the wetness there? Yeah, there was no way in hell that wouldn’t be permanently embedded in my spank bank log.

  Then she bent down, her tongue poking out from between those two plump, succulent lips, and she was circling the head of my cock. Round and round, over and over again, until the entirety of my cock head was soaked with her saliva.

  Then she blew on it, making my balls draw up.

  It was such an odd sensation that I wasn’t sure whether I wanted to come, or whether I wanted to pull away.

  But, before I could make a decision on which one I’d rather do, she took the head of my cock into her mouth and sucked it like a lollipop.

  My hands, which were still frozen in mid-air, dropped to the bed. I fisted the sheets in desperation, trying to coun
t to a hundred by threes just so I could maintain a semblance of control.

  Then her teeth scraped lightly up my shaft, and I swear to God I saw stars.

  “Fuck!” I cried out, unable to contain my language or my body anymore.

  But before I could do something incredibly embarrassing, like come, she pulled back with a single lick to the slit of my cock.

  She moaned—or maybe I did, I wasn’t too sure at this point—at the taste of my pre-cum on her tongue.

  “Please,” I growled. “Let me inside of you.”

  She reached for the foil packet that was laying on the bed, forgotten in my haste to grab onto something steady, and ripped it open with her teeth.

  She pulled the condom out of the package and studied it.

  “Pinch the tip,” I instructed.

  She did.

  “Place it on the tip of my cock and start rolling it down.”

  She poked her tongue out from between her lips and bit down lightly on it in concentration, doing as I’d instructed—possibly the slowest possible condom roll in history—and sheathed my cock.

  I closed my eyes when she was finally finished, counting back from fifty this time instead of going up to one hundred.

  Then I felt her straddle me, and my hands went to her hips on their own accord.

  Moving until she was where I needed her, I reached for my cock and pointed it up while she positioned her entrance directly over the head.

  “Slide down,” I ordered.

  She did, coming to a stop when just the head was inside.

  “Fuckkkk,” I growled. “Please, please, please move.”

  She did, but only by a half an inch.

  I squeezed her hips. “Baby.”

  She gave me another inch, then stopped, panting.

  “You’re too big,” she breathed. “You feel like you’re about to split me in two.”

  “I’m not that big,” I lied. “You can take me.”

  She was already shaking her head. “I don’t think you understand. I have a very small vagina. Think of it like a pinky size—swear to God, stop laughing!”

  I couldn’t help it. She was trying to be so clinical and informative, but all she was doing was wiggling on my cock—which was only about a quarter of the way in—while she tried to convince me of something that I could tell just by feeling her.

  “Vaginas are made to stretch,” I said, sounding pained. “And your pussy is going to take me, even if we have to work to make it happen.”

  She didn’t seem convinced. In fact, she seemed downright disbelieving.

  I didn’t blame her. Looking down between our bodies, I could see how far she stretched to accommodate my girth.

  My eyes were practically rolling into the back of my head, because all that was sheathed inside of her was the tip, and the way she was squeezing and writhing was putting quite a bit of pressure on the most sensitive part of me.

  “You’re like one of those Ekrich sausages trying to fit into a hot dog bun,” she continued. “It’s not going to work. No matter what you do, the hot dog bun isn’t going to be able to contain a piece of meat that large.”

  I was almost crying at this point. A, because she was comparing my dick to an Ekrich sausage, and B, because I wanted to be inside of her so bad that it hurt.

  She moved until her hands were pressed on my chest, this time pulling my cock slightly out of her to do so, and I lost it.

  Rolling and pulling out of her all at the same time, I started to descend her body even before she was able to regain her equilibrium.

  “Flint, what are you…” Then she trailed off as my intentions became clear.

  If she wasn’t convinced that I’d fit, then it would be my job to make her see that it was possible.

  I’d do that by getting her so sloppy wet for me that I’d slide right in without a second thought.

  I’d get her so goddamn insane with lust that she wouldn’t be able to come up with her crazy comparisons of sausages and hot dogs.

  My mouth found her pussy, and I nearly groaned at the taste of her. Sweet and mine.

  “Fuuuuck,” I growled against her pussy. “You taste good.”

  She gasped when my tongue darted out to taste the juices that were already leaking out of her.

  I could’ve made it inside with what she’d already given me, but I didn’t want her freaking out while I was trying to work my cock inside. She was right. I was big and always had been. So big, in fact, that I’d had quite a few women look at it and immediately deny it fitting just as she’d done.

  Though, when they’d bowed out, I hadn’t been that offended.

  I wouldn’t let Camryn leave. She’d take me, even if it took all night to accomplish.

  ***

  Camryn

  Flint’s tongue was doing delicious things to my pussy, and there wasn’t a single thing on my mind other than getting him back inside of me.

  “Flintstone.” I buried my hands into his hair. “Jesus Christ!”

  His tongue. His fingers. His beard. Everything was downright beautiful.

  He chuckled when I pushed his face into me further, urging him without words to give me more.

  He gave me more by adding an extra finger and then scissoring them.

  My body arched.

  My mind went all white static, and my entire body shivered.

  This man with his talented tongue, broad shoulders, and all-around bad attitude was doing dirty things to me.

  I shouldn’t be letting him do this.

  I shouldn’t have allowed it to get this far.

  I shouldn’t…but I did.

  I had.

  I was so lost.

  Lost in all things Flint.

  He curled his fingers, and my eyes crossed. His tongue took a long, slow lick of my clit, and I tensed.

  The orgasm that I could feel building was on the verge of being something I’d never felt before.

  I’d given myself orgasms in the past. Hell, I’d even had sex with three men and kind of sort of experienced something that might have been an orgasm if it’d gone longer.

  But what I was feeling right then? It had the possibility to be something huge. Something I’d never experienced before.

  “Pay attention,” I heard growled.

  I swallowed and tried to make sense of what I was feeling.

  “Don’t think,” he ordered. “Feel.”

  That was the problem. I was feeling too much!

  A sharp slap to the side of my hip had me gasping and squirming, while also narrowing my eyes.

  “You bastard!” I growled. “What was that for?”

  He grinned, then leaned forward and sucked my clit into his mouth.

  It wasn’t possible to keep that smug smile on his face while also having my clit in his mouth, but he accomplished it. I didn’t know whether to applaud him for his ingenuity or smack him across the head for being proud of himself for eliciting that reaction out of me.

  He was right, though. I was thinking too much.

  I needed something to do with my mouth, something to make my brain turn off. Something to keep me occupied.

  Something like him.

  “Flint.” I tugged on his hair. “I want to suck your cock.”

  His head lazily came up and he started blinking like I’d stunned him speechless.

  And maybe I had because he’d frozen with his fingers buried inside of me and his mouth hovering inches above me.

  “Please?” I rolled my lower lip down into a pout, and suddenly I was back over the top of him, this time with my vagina in his face and his massive penis in mine.

  The next second, he was ripping the condom off and tossing it onto the floor.

  I made a mental note to remind myself that I needed to pick that up before my cleaning lady came the next day. How embarrassing would it be for Marsala to find that?

  “Thought you wanted to suck my cock?” he teased. He pinched me on my ass. “Focus.”

  I couldn’t
. The particular appendage was what had started all of my inner turmoil.

  I leaned down and pressed my lips to the head. He smelled of me and latex, and I experimentally leaned forward and took the tip into my mouth.

  He hissed so loud that I looked up, worried that I’d hurt him in some way.

  I turned my head to look at him over my shoulder.

  His head was thrown back, and the veins in his arms and neck were standing out so starkly that I wanted to run my fingers over them.

  Smiling devilishly, I experimentally licked him again, causing him to curse.

  He stayed still, though. No matter what I did. How far I took him into my mouth.

  By the time I’d enjoyed myself thoroughly, I knew that I was ready for him.

  While I’d been busy with him, he’d completely and utterly forgotten all about me.

  But that didn’t matter. I was well and truly wet, and I highly doubted that I couldn’t take him at this point.

  I was probably dripping onto his face at this point. Not that he seemed to mind or anything.

  Crawling off of him, I scrambled up and around, planting myself back astride him, only this time the correct way. The moment I was in place, I started to reach for his cock, lining it up with my entrance and slowly starting to sink down on him before he’d had a chance to say a word.

  I closed my eyes and slowly started to lift myself up and down, one slow stroke at a time until he was all the way inside of me. By the time that my ass met the saddle of his hips, I felt like I was bursting at the seams.

  “Jesus,” he hissed. “Oh, Jesus.”

  His hands finally left the bed where he’d been fisting the comforter for the last few minutes and found my hips, squeezing them lightly.

  “Move,” he pleaded. “Please move.”

  I did, swiveling my hips and testing out the way he felt inside of me. He groaned and his eyes flashed open, his gaze meeting mine.

  Something fierce and protective was in his gaze, and it took my heart a second to settle down due to the intensity of emotion I could see there.

  “You’re slowly killing me,” he told me. “Each twist of your hips is making me want to die.”

  I stopped. “I don’t want you to die.”

  He thrust his hips up, and all at once I saw his control snap.