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400 pages, Paperback
First published March 1, 2014




"Am I hurting you, lovely?" he asked, strain evident in his voice.
"It's tight. I feel so stretched."
Thorpe gnashed his teeth and fought for patience. He peeked around"Demanding : Callie's creamy shoulder, kissing it, then shot Sean a look.
The other man nodded. "We'll take it slow, then."
"Don't you dare!" she screeched. "Fuck me, damn it. I'm dying..."
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"Demanding minx," Sean growled.
"Yes, sir. Now hurry!"
Thorpe slapped her ass once as a matter of principle. "You don't make the demands, pet. But as it happens, fucking you suits us."
Sean didn't wait or reply or even give a shit what he was doing. He simply began thrusting up, shoving into her pussy with long, firm strokes that shook her body. Oh, no way was the fed getting all the pleasure.
Thorpe found the rhythm of Sean's strokes and began diving his way into Callie's ass between each. They quickly fell into sync, like a complicated trio of dancers--Sean plunging inside her, then Thorpe grinding down into her, and Callie rocking her hips for the most impact. It became a symphony of breaths, moans, skin gliding, sheets rustling. Fuck, it was like they'd done this a hundred times and knew the cadence and flow they each needed for maximum pleasure. It was utter magic.


