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erupted in her sweet spot. Her hips bucked violently, her feet slipped from the floor, and she sank down on him.
    An anguished groan was ripped from her at the sharp penetration–a sensation that veered between pain and a pleasure so intense it took her breath away. Though the shock of it threatened to overwhelm her, her hips moved of their own accord. They ground out a circular rhythm, as her sweet spot panged again and she groaned. In answer, Mac’s hips gyrated with hers. She felt him move inside her, the fullness pushing at her walls, as he immediately matched her movements. In some primal rhythm that neither of them seemed to control, they quickly moved together.
    He surged deeper into her, his hands gripping her hips now. The moist warmth of his labored breaths caressed the burning tips of her breasts. His fingers dug into her and kept their bodies connected. With every revolution, she crushed her sweet spot on him–scraping against the V of exposed flesh above his shaft. Round and round her pelvis circled, moved by his hips or moving him, she didn’t know. The only thing she knew was it couldn’t stop, moving faster with each gyration. Mac not only kept pace but his hips also began to thrust. Down his hips sank as she circled hers back. Up they thrust as she circled to the front. He lifted her with each upward plunge and she rubbed hard against him. She rode the hypnotic beat, as pleasure flowed into her sweet spot, ecstasy built in her mound, and tension wound tighter in her abdomen. Breathless and frenzied, her body was not hers to control. And just as their rhythm crescendoed and couldn’t go any higher, Mac’s hands found her breasts.

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    Mac could no longer resist the creamy, proffered flesh. It softly filled his palms, plumped beneath his fingers, and he squeezed.
    “ Oh god, ” Isabelle groaned.
    The voluptuous undulating of her body suddenly erupted into writhing. With their rhythm broken, his pelvis flew into a savage beat of its own. As he slammed upward, her shuddering body squirmed atop him. Her back arched as he drove upward only to curve wickedly forward as he released. His hands ravished her breasts, kneading and massaging, as she struggled to hold on to the sleeves of his jacket. He surged upward repeatedly, the speed of the strokes increasing even as their length shortened.
    “Mac,” she gasped. “ Mac! ”
    She thrashed on top of him. The heated core of her vibrated around him, tugged on his stiff flesh, stroked it and swelled it to the brink of torture.  
    Suddenly, her abdomen convulsed as a deep grunt flew from her lips and the center of her clamped down hard.  
    “Isabelle,” he hissed as his climax exploded inside her.
    As her glistening body swayed and shuddered in his hands, he plunged over the crest with her and gave up control. His release came hot and fast, spewing upward in an incredible rush. He closed his eyes to the white heat of it and felt her climax spasm along his entire length. Wave after wild wave of crushing clenches bore down on him as his flesh leapt inside her. The convulsive release robbed him of air as his lungs refused to work. His breath caught with each constricting clench and she forced him to erupt again. He groaned loudly, jackknifing up under her, just as she pitched forward against his chest.
    They both sucked in a convulsive lungful of air and, as he wrapped his arms around her, her abdomen spasmed yet again. Mac’s hips pulsed up under her in answer, his thighs easily lifting her along his chest. Her clench quickly ebbed as her arms tightened around his neck. Her entire body trembled with her release, her lungs heaving. Her breasts vibrated against his chest and his pelvis jumped back to life, pushing upward once more, before he was finally able to settle down. At last, an enormous rush of relief flooded through him and he hugged her tight.
    Together they pulled in one harsh breath after another, Isabelle’s head resting