Herhips moved in tandem to the smooth glide of his cock. In a suddenmovement, he pulled away from her lips. Sweat beaded his brow; arivulet ran down his cheek. She tunneled her fingers through his hair,driven by her need to taste every part of him and whispered, “Your turnto beg.”

“Itwon’t take long.” He thrust his tongue inside her mouth, his body tensewith hunger. Every muscle tightly coiled, every inch of his flesh readyto surrender to his insatiable need for her.

Rollingwith her onto his back, she pushed up and straddled him. The sight ofher naked flesh unraveled his control. Tiny spasms chased the surge ofblood pumping into his cock and fire crawled through his veins.

Shedangled her breasts over his face and dropped one engorged nipple intohis mouth. Jack closed his lips around the red bud and sucked greedily,circling her with his arms to bring her closer. With a sexy moan, hereyes heavy-lidded, she withdrew the puckered tip and teased his lipswith her other nipple.

Hisarm swept outward toward her. She leaned back out of reach, tugged thenipple from his mouth, and trailed the sopping wet tips through thethick hair of his chest down to his cock. Mesmerized by the rise andfall of her breasts, he licked his lips, groaning with the delectablepain hammering in his nut sac. He needed to be inside her. Needed tofeel her soft walls stretch and tighten around his staff, to feel thewarm, wet rush of her climax around his own.

He’dnever seen such a beautiful sight—hair the color of new pennies,fire-light scattered in its waves. Her creamy white skin, soft andsmooth, her crimson nipples, tight with desire. And those lips—ripe andred—lips he’d spent a lifetime dreaming of kissing. A perfect porcelaindoll. There wasn’t a sunset in Texas that could hold a candle to hisAddy. Is she mine? Or is this just a dream?