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and took her breath away. He paused, then did it again. And again. Her moans and shudders turned him on more than anything, and he fucked her faster and faster.
              Thrusting as hard as he could, he watched her eyes, watched her body writhe beneath him as her pussy tightened around his cock with every stroke he took.
              Her fingers dug into his arms. "Oh my God, oh my God…" Her spine arched beneath them as she screwed her eyes shut and gasped for air. "Oh God, I’m…I’m…" All that followed was a throaty cry, and she came.
              Chris kept thrusting, kept fucking her, watching her come, feeling her come, completely disbelieving that he was making Katrina come, until she cried out his name and he couldn’t hold back anymore. He couldn’t even say her name, or curse, or cry out, or even moan; all he could do was gasp for breath, hold onto her shoulders, and come.
              When the last shudder had passed, he rested his weight on his shaking arms, trying not to collapse on top of her.
              He lifted his head and kissed her. As soon as their lips met, goosebumps prickled his skin. That desperate hunger was still there, barely tempered by what they had just done. If anything, she was even more turned on than before.
              Judging by the way she held him and devoured his kiss, she wasn’t unsatisfied. He’d done nothing wrong. She simply wanted more .
              He dipped his head and kissed her neck, working his way up to her ear, where he whispered, "Bedroom?"
              The shiver that ran through her told him everything he needed to know.
     

 
     
     
     
     
    Three
     
              The orgasm Chris gave her had the opposite effect of any she’d ever had. It turned her desire for him into need. Every stroke of his cock inside her had driven her insane with desire and as soon as she climaxed, every nerve screamed for more .
              Chris kicked off the last of his clothes and followed her into the bedroom. Beside the bed, he grabbed her hips and turned her around, kissing her passionately.
              Something in the back of her mind tried to tell her this was wrong, but the ache in her pussy and the desperation in his kiss silenced her doubts. She pulled him onto the bed on top of her. This was too right to be wrong.
              For the longest time, they simply kissed, holding each other close and exploring— devouring —each other’s mouths. There was nothing tender or gentle or even intimate about the way they kissed. It was, in every sense of the word, desperate .
              Chris lifted his head, opening his mouth to speak, then kissed her again. The second time he broke away, he finally managed to speak.
              "I want to taste you," he growled.
    The thought of his tongue on her clit made her gasp as he started down her neck, kissing here, circling with the tip of his tongue there. His lips lingered on her collarbone, then slowly trailed kisses down to her breasts. When he sucked her nipple between his lips, holding it gently between his teeth as his tongue flicked across it, she realized he didn’t just mean he wanted to taste her pussy, he wanted to taste her . All of her.
              He sucked her nipple just hard enough to border on painful, that perfect balance between not enough and too much. Her shoulder blades dug into the bed as she arched her back towards him, silently pleading for more. She moaned, the earliest shudders of an orgasm building inside her. If he could do this just by touching her nipple, she could only imagine what would happen if— when, not if, oh God, he’s going to, I know he is —his tongue met her clit.
              His fingertips drifted down her side, leaving a tingling trail of goosebumps in their wake before pausing on her hip. Though his mouth drew most of her attention to the deliciously