Fast Track 2 Hard and Fast

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spot, one spot only. The tightness was building in her again and she quieted down, feeling it sneaking
up on her, wanting to reach for it, wanting to fall over into that explosion, but Ty pulled away abruptly
and eased her legs to the ground.
She blinked at him. Holy shit. He had done it again, and she couldn t tell if it was intentional or not.
I was about to come.
I know. He reached for her hand and stood up. Come here. Wrap your legs around my waist.
I can t. My legs don t work. She wasn t lying. Her entire body felt boneless, and her calves were
shaking from the strain they d been placed under. Her inner thighs pulsed and ached in incompletion.
He didn t bother to argue with her. He just swung her up into his arms with more urgency than
gentleness and marched over to the bed. Imogen held on with what little strength she had left while he
leaned over and yanked off the duvet one-handed, revealing cocoa-colored sheets, which he
deposited her on. She was on her back, sideways on the bed, and he grabbed her knees and yanked
her down so that her legs dangled over the side. He stepped in between her knees and pushed inside
her.
She loved that moment of first impact, when a man entered her and her entire body moaned and
sighed and accepted him, and with Ty, it was even more so. It was primal, possessive, the way he
gave that hard thrust, his arms on either side of her, his expression fierce and urgent. Ty was quiet, his
lips tightly pressed together, but Imogen couldn t contain her pleasure as he filled her with steady
strokes, and she moaned, letting her legs fall farther apart. Wrapping her arms around him, she rested
her hands on his back and felt the movement of his muscles as he worked hard pumping in and out of
her.
Then he shifted slightly and hit a spot that had her soft caresses turning into hard, nail-scraping
grabs as she held her hands in place. Each time he withdrew, his body moved back as well, sending
his back into her grip, and she knew she was tearing up his skin, but she didn t care. There should be
evidence tomorrow, scratches and bruises to show how hot and hard they had come together. Oh,
yes, right there, she moaned.
You like that? he asked, staring down at her with satisfaction.
Yes. Oh, God, yes, please. Please. He had found an angle that nudged her G spot, and Imogen
almost forgot to breathe as he hit her over and over.
She could feel the fullness of him, feel the throb, his growing loss of control, and she raised her
hips, anticipating both her orgasm and his. But Ty yanked back all the way out of her, panting, and
dropped his mouth to her. Imogen didn t even have time to protest before she was caught by the
current and dragged under to the different kind of ecstasy his tongue offered. Raising her arms over
her head, she gripped the sheet and squirmed as he tortured her with long licks over her clitoris. It
was almost too much, her body sensitive and taut, her legs moving restlessly, feet finding the bed rail
to rest on for a better grip, a way to hold herself in place, to ground her under his assault.
When he sucked her clitoris, she arched up off the bed, a gasp flying out of her mouth, but Ty didn t
let her stay up. With his hand on her chest, he pushed her back down, moved up, and entered her
again.
Ohmigod, she managed, before she lost the ability to speak.
Then there was nothing, no thought, no words, no anything but the feel of him deep inside her,
taking her, their bodies colliding and slapping. Imogen s own excitement grew hotter still when Ty
broke his silence and began to let out a grunt of pleasure with each stroke. It was a thrilling, satisfying
sound and she dug her nails deeper into his back, needing to hold on, needing to feel him.
Ty pulled out yet again, his movements fast and jerky, and Imogen sucked in her breath at the loss.
No, Ty! Please . . .
His mouth was on her again and all the logic she had been born with, all her ability to reason and [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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