Rough Edges by Ashlynn Pearce

exploding in her mouth and he yanked back.
    She sat on her heels and looked up at him, her eyes half-lidded, her breasts rising and falling with her rapid breathing. He captured her face, pulled her up to her knees and kissed her. He loved how she responded to him, her lips parting, her tongue sliding along his. He shoved his knee between her legs and she parted them so her sex rubbed erotically on his thigh. They way she gave herself to him touched something deep within him.
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    She arched her head back, breaking the kiss with a moan. “Jake,” she whispered as her nails dug into his arms.
    His name on her lips had been his weakness, in chat and over the phone. Now it owned more impact, hitting him hard, forcing all the air from his lungs. Making him want to mark her as his.
    He shoved her onto her back and licked the inside of her thigh right next to her pussy. Her hips bucked against him and she cried out when he nipped then suckled the same area of flesh he’d licked. Gripping her thigh, he held her there, the urge to leave some mark on her overwhelming. She writhed under him, panting and begging. He slid two fingers inside her slit, so slippery and wet. Releasing her leg, he slid up, hovering over her and watching while she ground against his fingers.
    “Becca, look at me.”
    She opened her eyes, glazed and so damn sexy it made his dick hurt.
    “Oh, God, I’m coming,” she cried as she clutched at his arms, her fingernails leaving small half circles in his skin while her pussy convulsed around his fingers.
    He swallowed hard while she shivered and her lips formed a perfect “o”. He had never seen anything anymore beautiful in his life. His heart thumping hard in his chest, he leaned down and kissed her lightly. Her little moans of pleasure bounced around in his head.
    She shoved him to his back, straddled him, and he let her. Hell, he would let her do anything to him at this point. He didn’t usually like a woman to take control. But she was different, just like he’d said. He didn’t know why. Fuck if he knew what was wrong with him.
    “You are so gorgeous,” she said as she ran her hands over his abs and up his chest.
    He didn’t say anything, almost believing it coming from her. But he knew better. A pretty package could hide shit just like a paper bag.
    Seeing her perched on him like that, her drenched pussy lips sliding against his dick, her nipples pebbled and a look in her eyes like she wanted to devour him, was probably as close to heaven as he was ever going to get.
    “I’ve been wanting to touch your tattoo since I saw you,” she said as her fingertips traced the curls of his tat. His muscles tensed at the light touch. “You didn’t tell me you had one.”
    “You didn’t ask,” he replied quietly.
    Her half-hooded gaze darted to his face and her full lips parted slightly. “When your voice drops low like that, all I can think about is sex.”
    “That’s convenient. Because right now that’s all I’m thinking about.” He grabbed her hips and rocked her gently against his throbbing erection, wanting into her wet heat. He couldn’t help but revel in her little gasp of pleasure. “I want in you, darlin’.”
    Her eyes flew open, and she licked her lips. “Yes!”
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    As she moved up on her knees to slide him in, he said in a rush, “Condoms. Lying on the table.”
    “Shit,” she muttered and stretched her body sideways to grab one. Her hands shook as she ripped it open. She quickly rolled it over him, rose up and slammed her hips down all the way.
    “Christ!” he said, his eyes flying open the same time she screamed. “Becca, dammit, are you okay?”
    “Oh, God, yes,” she moaned as she moved on him.
    Amazed, the fear of hurting her dissipated in a wave of ecstasy. The way her hips rolled against him and the walls of her sex squeezed him so tightly made him fight for control. A battle he was losing with every stroke. Each hiss of pleasure from