Already slick in readiness, her core throbbed as Duncan placed his knees between her thighs, and parted her knees wide. Braced on his hands, his upper body reared up and he slammed in her. His eyes were closed. “Aiiiiii! So good. Damn, Duncan, are you asleep?” “Yeah, and I’m having a dream you would not believe. Either that or I’ve died and am in fucking Heaven.” Rotating hips, and slowly withdrawing his pulsing rod, Duncan opened his eyes. His arms trembled as he gave her face a caressing look. “Tell me, you green-eyed angel—want it slow and easy or fast and hard?” For an answer, her claws sank into his ass and pulled him into her weeping tunnel of heat. Her hips thrust up and encompassed his dick. “Hard.” Her knees pulled toward her chest. Duncan rose to his knees, braced on her legs, gaining more leverage, and gave her what she wanted, each plunge deeper and harder. He groaned when her pussy clamped down. “We have to slow down; I’m about to lose it.” She didn’t care and couldn’t stop.
