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inside her.
Sarah, baby, he gasped. Find that fucking rhythm soon, sugar, before you kill us both.
She lowered her lids, fighting the need to ride him hard now. Her lips lifted.
You don t like this? she asked him, her voice soft, wondering as she watched him.
Hell no, he growled. Oh shit, Sarah. She rolled her hips above him, moving languorously as she
twisted on the thick intrusion of his cock.
Her stomach clenched, her womb vibrated with shudders of impending orgasm.
You sure you don t like it? she panted, rising up again.
He didn t give her a chance to torment him further. With a lurch of his hips, a swift motion of his hands
on hers, he drove her body onto his, his cock like a battering ram, tearing through her with such a mind
numbing intensity of pleasure that she exploded the minute it struck the back of her throbbing pussy.
She screamed, jerked and began to thrust against him mindlessly as she felt his cock explode, spewing
his seed deep, deep inside her body, flooding her with the hot release as his arms wrapped around her,
dragging her to his heaving chest.
God. Sarah. His voice was tortured, emotion spilling through it as his arms spasmed around her body.
Her body continued to tremble, shudder. Small explosions shaking through her as she fought for a
measure of control now. It was the most sensual, erotic experience of her life. She was still gasping for
breath, still enjoying the small, brutal pulses of orgasmic delight.
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Minutes, hours, days later, he shifted her body and allowed her to collapse beside him once again.
Let me stay and I ll let you ride my cock again first thing in the morning, he bargained with a drowsy
sigh.
Get dressed, cowboy. She yawned, tucking her head more comfortably against the couch cushions.
You re out of here until I personally call you and ask you to return.
He sighed deeply.
Sarah, you forget to call and I ll tan your hide when I get you naked again, he promised her, his threat
followed by a slow caress over her rounded buttocks.
I promise. I ll call, Brock. She smiled lazily. Now go home.
He grunted with grouchy emphasis and rolled until he could find a sitting position.
Never seen the like, Sarah. Running me off this way. He snagged his pants from the floor and began to
drag them over his legs.
Sarah sat up on the couch, pulling the afghan from the back and wrapping it around her shoulders.
Brock dressed in silence, his expression quiet now, thoughtful. When he had his shirt buttoned over his
broad chest, he turned to her, watching her out of somber, dark eyes.
You going to be okay? He touched her cheek gently. Don t worry over the things from the past,
Sarah, he whispered of his abuse. It s over.
Sarah took a hard breath.
It won t be over until you can live with it normally, Brock, she told him gently. Until then, the bastard
has won. Because he s stolen that from you.
Brock shrugged. We survived. We re sane. He s dead. That counts as winning to me.
He rose to his feet, then pulled her up behind him.
Go onto bed. I ll lock up as I leave. He nodded to the stairs. Don t wait too long to call me, Sarah.
My patience isn t at its best these days.
She smiled up at him. Standing on her tiptoes, she kissed his swollen lips with a soft movement.
Go home, Brock. I ll call soon. Her hands tightened on the afghan and she moved to the stairs.
She was almost to her room when she heard him leave. He closed the door soundly and long minutes
later she heard his jeep start and pull from the drive. She shook her head, lowered it, and headed for her
room.
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CHAPTER FOURTEEN
It was still dark when Sarah awoke, groggy, uncertain what had disturbed her. She blinked, staring in
confusion at the ceiling when she heard it again. The stairs were creaking. Slow, measured steps, but the
creak of the wood in the silent house was easily heard.
Her heart jumped in her chest, nearly strangling her with her fear. Brock? Would he attempt to sneak
into her bed after she had asked him to leave? To give her time to think? It didn t seem his style. He
would be the one pounding on the door, demanding that she let him in. That she make the choice to allow
him to enter. He wouldn t try to steal in on her while she was asleep. Defenseless.
It wasn t Mark. She knew the sound of him sneaking up the stairs. She had lived with it for years. She
swallowed, nearly strangling on her fear as they creaked again.
She slid silently from the bed, grabbing the cordless phone from the cradle and crept across the room.
She dialed nine one one quickly, knowing the call would go directly into the sheriff s office.
Sheriff. Joshua Martinez answered the phone on the first ring.
It took long seconds for her to speak. Panic welled in her chest, made her stomach boil with fear. She
was shaking, naked and fighting to hold onto her control
Joshua, it s Sarah. Sarah Tate. Her voice shook. Another step was breached. Nearly to the top. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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inside her.
Sarah, baby, he gasped. Find that fucking rhythm soon, sugar, before you kill us both.
She lowered her lids, fighting the need to ride him hard now. Her lips lifted.
You don t like this? she asked him, her voice soft, wondering as she watched him.
Hell no, he growled. Oh shit, Sarah. She rolled her hips above him, moving languorously as she
twisted on the thick intrusion of his cock.
Her stomach clenched, her womb vibrated with shudders of impending orgasm.
You sure you don t like it? she panted, rising up again.
He didn t give her a chance to torment him further. With a lurch of his hips, a swift motion of his hands
on hers, he drove her body onto his, his cock like a battering ram, tearing through her with such a mind
numbing intensity of pleasure that she exploded the minute it struck the back of her throbbing pussy.
She screamed, jerked and began to thrust against him mindlessly as she felt his cock explode, spewing
his seed deep, deep inside her body, flooding her with the hot release as his arms wrapped around her,
dragging her to his heaving chest.
God. Sarah. His voice was tortured, emotion spilling through it as his arms spasmed around her body.
Her body continued to tremble, shudder. Small explosions shaking through her as she fought for a
measure of control now. It was the most sensual, erotic experience of her life. She was still gasping for
breath, still enjoying the small, brutal pulses of orgasmic delight.
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Minutes, hours, days later, he shifted her body and allowed her to collapse beside him once again.
Let me stay and I ll let you ride my cock again first thing in the morning, he bargained with a drowsy
sigh.
Get dressed, cowboy. She yawned, tucking her head more comfortably against the couch cushions.
You re out of here until I personally call you and ask you to return.
He sighed deeply.
Sarah, you forget to call and I ll tan your hide when I get you naked again, he promised her, his threat
followed by a slow caress over her rounded buttocks.
I promise. I ll call, Brock. She smiled lazily. Now go home.
He grunted with grouchy emphasis and rolled until he could find a sitting position.
Never seen the like, Sarah. Running me off this way. He snagged his pants from the floor and began to
drag them over his legs.
Sarah sat up on the couch, pulling the afghan from the back and wrapping it around her shoulders.
Brock dressed in silence, his expression quiet now, thoughtful. When he had his shirt buttoned over his
broad chest, he turned to her, watching her out of somber, dark eyes.
You going to be okay? He touched her cheek gently. Don t worry over the things from the past,
Sarah, he whispered of his abuse. It s over.
Sarah took a hard breath.
It won t be over until you can live with it normally, Brock, she told him gently. Until then, the bastard
has won. Because he s stolen that from you.
Brock shrugged. We survived. We re sane. He s dead. That counts as winning to me.
He rose to his feet, then pulled her up behind him.
Go onto bed. I ll lock up as I leave. He nodded to the stairs. Don t wait too long to call me, Sarah.
My patience isn t at its best these days.
She smiled up at him. Standing on her tiptoes, she kissed his swollen lips with a soft movement.
Go home, Brock. I ll call soon. Her hands tightened on the afghan and she moved to the stairs.
She was almost to her room when she heard him leave. He closed the door soundly and long minutes
later she heard his jeep start and pull from the drive. She shook her head, lowered it, and headed for her
room.
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CHAPTER FOURTEEN
It was still dark when Sarah awoke, groggy, uncertain what had disturbed her. She blinked, staring in
confusion at the ceiling when she heard it again. The stairs were creaking. Slow, measured steps, but the
creak of the wood in the silent house was easily heard.
Her heart jumped in her chest, nearly strangling her with her fear. Brock? Would he attempt to sneak
into her bed after she had asked him to leave? To give her time to think? It didn t seem his style. He
would be the one pounding on the door, demanding that she let him in. That she make the choice to allow
him to enter. He wouldn t try to steal in on her while she was asleep. Defenseless.
It wasn t Mark. She knew the sound of him sneaking up the stairs. She had lived with it for years. She
swallowed, nearly strangling on her fear as they creaked again.
She slid silently from the bed, grabbing the cordless phone from the cradle and crept across the room.
She dialed nine one one quickly, knowing the call would go directly into the sheriff s office.
Sheriff. Joshua Martinez answered the phone on the first ring.
It took long seconds for her to speak. Panic welled in her chest, made her stomach boil with fear. She
was shaking, naked and fighting to hold onto her control
Joshua, it s Sarah. Sarah Tate. Her voice shook. Another step was breached. Nearly to the top. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]