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hesitated. It was an idle threat on his behalf. JT had never forced a woman, and didn’t think much of men who did. But he sent a silent prayer of thanks heavenwards when Mandy opened her mouth and wrapped those pouty red lips around the head of his shaft, sucking it deep into her mouth.
    The sight of her cheeks hollowing and her head bobbing up and down, let alone the feel and sound of that hot mouth swallowing him, was nearly enough to make JT spill his seed. Before that could happen, he wanted to spend some time exploring her curvaceous little body. JT, grabbing Mandy by the shoulders, encouraged her to stand. Those big, bright eyes looked up at him as his cock made a plopping sound when she released it from her wicked mouth, nearly doing in the last of his self-control.
    Dragging Mandy up against his chest, JT crushed his mouth down on her very talented lips, trying to regain some semblance of control over his body.
    He wanted to taste every bit of this woman, starting with her mouth, which tasted like honey and spice, warm and exotic. He nipped at her bottom lip before drawing it into his mouth to soothe it. Looking down into her eyes, he spoke, his voice a throaty, husky whisper.
    “Honey, do you have a bed or should I just strip you naked and fuck you right here on the floor?”
    Mandy’s eyes widened at his explicit question. She licked at her lips and grabbed his hand, trying to drag him towards another destination—probably her bedroom. But Mandy had forgotten that JT still had his pants down around his ankles. JT stood his ground. As she looked back at him, eyes rounded, seemingly alarmed at his lack of movement, he calmly bent down and, with one hand, hitched up his jeans just enough that he could freely move in the direction she had indicated. He swooped her up in his free arm as he went by.
    He only half noticed the décor of the room. The main piece of furniture was a huge bed. The bed’s frame was some sort of metal, like a cage, that wrapped around the mattress. But he was distracted and far more interested in the private strip show going on in front of him, now that he had placed Mandy back on her feet. She was seductively removing her clothing, piece by piece. JT’s mouth was watering at the sight. His hands itched to touch her, to freely explore her. Mandy’s sexy, curvy feminine body was a sight JT would not easily forget.
     
    Mandy loved the way JT was watching her strip for him—his eyes held such a wild, hungry look. It was the first time she had felt like making love in a long time. It was also the first time she’d felt like a sensual women in too long. She couldn’t believe how hot and wet she was for him, feeling the cream actually leaking out from between her folds. The way he had spoken, crudely yet in a tone that had done amazing things to her already turned-on body. The fact that she was turned on at all was a surprise to Mandy.
    That last time with Con, he had forced himself upon her, hitting her repeatedly and biting down on her sensitive breasts hard enough to draw blood. Even now, months later the marks were still visible, although they had faded. Her cries of pain had only seemed to arouse him more and more. Mandy liked it a bit rough, but not to the extent he had taken it. She had been scared, in pain, and Con wouldn’t stop. Mandy had grabbed her clothes and run naked from his home the minute he had turned away from her. It seemed as if she had been running from him and his fists ever since.
    Shaking off the shiver that ran down her spine at the memory, Mandy focused back on the magnificent male standing in front of her—focused on JT.
    He would be the first man she had invited into her new bed. It was her haven, just her and the shapes she had welded lovingly into the frame work. She had formed the steelwork into snakes, inspired by Medusa. She’d made each snakehead with her own hands, embedding jewels or gemstones for eyes, giving each snake a lifelike and individual