Published by: eXtasy Books
Author : Evelyn Starr
Word Count :72000
Publication Date :2010-08-19
Series : Wooden Indian#3
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- Product Code: 978-1-55410-690-5
Jasmine and Mike could be disbarred for what they're doing…
Jasmine and Mike could be disbarred for what they're doing. They know it, but at the moment neither of them cares. Because what they're doing, what they know they're about to keep on doing, and doing, and doing for all the foreseeable future and even beyond, is out of control. It's bigger than the both of them, and no judge on earth is powerful enough to make them stop.
"Ooooh." Gold flecks danced, super-natural jewels on their bed of thick, dark velvet. "My God, Mike. What are you trying to…"
"I thought you knew." A quick repetition of the maneuver brought much the same response as before. From her.. Another closing and opening, coupled with a little bit of the thrusting experience had taught no woman could truly resist, not for very long, and Jasmine misted again. She misted rigorously, her gasp sharper this time and the ensuing groan deeper and more pronounced. The dancing motes of gold in her eyes came even more magically alive as she did. More magically frantic.
Of course, her reaction seemed nothing when compared to his.
Unable to suppress it an instant longer, Mike groaned at last. It was a low and rolling sound, indicative of rising stress in a body grown too tight, a cock and balls grown so blissfully and unbelievably tight and heavy that not groaning was no longer a viable option.
He'd thought to do it again. Thought to move the imprisoned digits inside her. But Jasmine took action of her own.
Her internal misting grew stronger still. More self-absorbed, and far more absorbing. And with it came a new and visceral tingling in parts of Mike's anatomy that in the same instant began to demand their fair share of that heavenly misting. Parts that had never, in all his life or his memory, been quite so demanding before.