EroticTakeover by Tina Donahue Page A

skin
burned.
    Mac arched one eyebrow. “You don’t like to play those
games?”
    All the spit in her mouth dried up but that didn’t stop her
from answering. “Later.”
    He grinned. “After what?”
    She caressed his thickening rod. It bloomed even more with
her touch. “What do you think?”
    His head lolled back. He whispered, “Whatever you want.”
    Jodi licked his prominent Adam’s apple to show her thanks.
While he grunted joyfully, she turned and leaned over the desk, ass lifted,
legs spread widely, inviting him to mount her.
    Mac didn’t waste any time. With a lull in the music, Jodi
heard him tearing the foil packet then the tiny tap as it hit the floor. She
imagined him guiding the silky latex down his thrilling length.
    His thighs touched the backs of hers, the tip of his cock
brushing her leg. She trembled at how damp it felt then whimpered at Mac
running his fingers down her cleft, exploring it, before he settled on her
opening.
    Leaning over, he kissed her back then spoke on a rough
whisper. “Ready?”
    For more days and nights than she could recall. “Oh yeah.”
    Making a pleased sound, he ran the tip of his cock down her
slit. Jodi softened in surrender even as carnal hunger slammed through her.
    This is really happening. He’s really going to—
    The rest of Jodi’s thoughts died. Mac had entered her in one
solid thrust, his shaft invading her depths, his balls swinging into her
exactly as she’d always dreamed and wanted. She inhaled sharply at being so
filled, not certain she could take much more.
    Mac acted as though she could, grinding his body against
hers as he sought greater penetration.
    She lifted her ass to give him what he wanted because she
craved it too, encouraging him to tunnel even deeper.
    He did until she was near to bursting from his size.
    Huffing out a breath, he gripped her hips.
    She went very still, expecting him to pound into her at a
frenzied pace.
    Mac didn’t. He rode her with prolonged and lazy pumps,
taking his time, no doubt watching his cock glide in and out of her depths.
    She trembled at the image created in her mind as his hard
length bore into her softer flesh, his size and strength unmistakable.
    Her pussy grew even hungrier for what his cock could give
it, the channel engorged with need. Suddenly, his shaft felt thicker. Harder
too. The friction between them more pronounced and tantalizing.
    A blast of sunlight burst through the glass. The
air-conditioning kicked on, its cool breath whispering down on them. Tires
whistled on the street. A few horns blared. The music turned from sweet to
sultry, drums and bass instruments producing suggestive, sensual notes.
    Leaning over her again, Mac slid his hand to her cleft and
stroked her clit.
    A flood of heat and sensations bombarded Jodi. She trembled.
Mac gripped her hip more firmly, as though he wanted her to endure whatever
he’d planned for her.
    Was there any other way?
    Her body moved in time with his. At last, Mac picked up his
pace, his cock thrusting into her, demanding its due. She squeezed her inner
muscles around him, increasing the resistance to drive them over the edge.
    Both of them fought their climax for the longest time,
gasping, moaning, the oaths they muttered crude yet appropriate to the brazen
act.
    On a noisy groan, Mac rubbed her clit faster, harder.
    Jodi tumbled, her orgasm tearing a wild cry from her as she
shuddered with pleasure.
    For seconds, Mac continued to pump then finally came on a
loud bellow that drowned out the music.
    Damp with perspiration, they heaved air like long-distance
runners after a particularly arduous marathon then drifted down together. Mac
rested his freshly shaved cheek on her shoulder and snuggled his arm around her
waist, holding her close, each of his breaths pushing his chest into her. Jodi
wiggled her ass against his groin, wanting his cock to stay inside.
    He rubbed his nose against her back and murmured something
she didn’t catch.
    “What?”
    For