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JT’s tongue consuming her mouth, invading, making a claim, seemed to wake some hidden animal within her. She threw her arms around his thick neck and wrapped her legs around his waist, finding that she was just able to lock her ankles around his massive form. She thrust her tongue into JT’s mouth, trying to challenge his ownership, making her own claims in return, as she rubbed her body up against him.
    “Slow down, Mags,” JT said breathlessly, but she saw the wild, hungry look in his eyes that contradicted his words.
    Mandy looked at JT, her confusion turning to anger. Slow down? The man had, without warning, pounced on her like some savage, slammed her up against the wall and kissed her senseless.
    Obviously, JT had not realised it had been the artist in Mandy speaking. He had completely missed the implication that she wanted only to sketch or paint his likeness onto canvas.
    But when he’d kissed her, Mandy had known that this was right. This man was what her body craved. Needed.
    So why on earth did he want to slow down? She could have scratched his eyes out for heating her up so much, just to pull away. Mandy almost shouted at him as she fought her desire to pummel his chest.
    “Hey, He-Man, you started this. Can’t you take the heat? Not very gentlemanly of you to get a girl all fired up, just to walk away. So what do they call the male equivalent of a cock tease?”

Chapter Five
     
     
     
    JT was speechless. No-one had ever spoken to him quite so passionately. Her voice, the things she’d said, had awoken in him a primal need that he hadn’t felt for so long.
    But he was confused by her words. He hadn’t started anything. He had spent the night resisting the urge to take her in his arms and kiss her. Had worried about taking advantage, after the shock she had suffered. She had been the one spouting all that romantic stuff about his body, with that sultry look in her eye and her pouty lips biting at each other. Not to mention, it had been her hands roaming all over his back, her touch burning him in its wake. He must be going mad.
    “I didn’t start this, you did… All that sexy talk about me. What was that about?”
    JT was not expecting her response. Not at all. He was shocked when she actually laughed at him. His cock would have softened, if not for the fact that her hot pussy was still pushed snugly up against it.
    “I wanted to use you as a model. To sketch you, paint you. Draw every defined muscle of that amazing physique you’ve created. Not get down and dirty with you, He-Man. Although I think I’ve changed my mind on that one. I want all of you. Are you up for it?”
    Mandy and JT eyed each other, standing mashed together in such a ridiculous pose—her against the wall, her legs still wrapped round him, and him snarling down at her.
    They both started laughing.
    “This is going well.” JT chuckled. “How ’bout we start this over again? I want you, Mags! I have all night. You can probably feel just how much by what’s pushing against that hot pussy of yours.”
    “Hmmm, I sure can,” she replied before unfurling her legs from around his hips and sliding seductively down the front of him, then grabbing hold of the bulging form at the front of his jeans. “Maybe you should get rid of these, so I can get a good look at how much you want me.”
    She brazenly unzipped his jeans, then pushed the denim down JT’s legs. Kneeling down in front of him, she took the weight of his thick, hard cock in one hand and the round, fleshy sac underneath in the other. She rubbed her thumb over the satiny tip of his rock-hard erection, spreading the pearl-like drop of fluid that had gathered around its bulbous head. Smiling up at him with a twinkle in her eye, she licked her lips.
    “Careful, little girl. Don’t start what you’re not prepared to finish,” JT growled, as he gently pushed her head back down towards his throbbing cock.
    JT would have stopped, though, the second Mandy had so much as