by Lora Leigh
Fuck, he wanted to ride her hard. He wanted to thrust fast and work inside her and feel her clenching on his cock, sucking his seed straight from his balls.
He wanted to fuck her with the inborn passion that he knew had only come when he touched Sheila. A hunger he’d never known before, and he knew it was a hunger he would never know for any other woman.
Giving a final lick to a cherry red nipple, Casey lifted his gaze to stare down at her.
Her head was thrown back, her hair spread around her like a dark blond halo. Small hands were clenched into fists, holding on to the sheets beneath her, her eyes staring up at him with a hunger that matched his own.
“Fuck me harder.” The words slipped past kiss-swollen lips. “I dare you, Casey. Fuck me like you mean it.”
For all the challenge in her voice, he also heard the love. A love Casey knew would last him until he took his final breath.
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Sheila wanted to scream in pleasure. She wanted to beg, demand, and cry out with the sensations building inside the exquisitely sensitive muscles of her pussy.
Casey stretched her until he was certain she could take no more. He filled her, heated her pussy, and stroked inside it with a rhythm that was driving her insane.
She wanted more.
“Harder,” she gasped, her hands lifting from the sheets to grip his shoulders, her nails biting into the hard flesh and iron-hard muscles as his hips ground against hers.
He was teasing her. Pushing her higher. He was filling her with such incredible pleasure, sensations that sizzled across her nerve endings before speeding through her system and tightening every muscle in her body with the need to orgasm.
“It’s so good,” she moaned, nearly incoherent with the pleasure that burned inside her. “Oh God, Casey, I love you. I love you so much.” It was a plea. “Please let me come. Please, I can’t stand it any longer.”
Flames were building inside her, spreading outward, threatening to set the world ablaze if she didn’t find her release soon. She could feel the clenching around the flesh penetrating her, tightening and spasming as the swollen bud of her clit began to throb warningly.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Oh yes, Casey.” Neck arching, she felt it begin, felt it rushing through her, over her, tearing into her with a force that had her trying to scream as her orgasm began to detonate inside her.
Casey wasn’t but a second longer.
As he buried his cock to the hilt, Sheila felt the hard, fierce throb, the feel of the brief expansion, then the fierce, jetting spurts of his come shooting inside her.
His release mixed with hers, burned and melded until there was no longer just Casey, no longer just Sheila. Until the two of them were suddenly joined and made whole. Made one.
“I love you,” she cried out desperately. “Oh God, Casey, I love you.”
With his head buried at her neck, his arms wrapped around her, his very life pumping inside her, Casey whispered, “You’re my soul, Sheila. My home.”
His home.
As he was hers.
And together they were creating the dream Sheila had believed she would never know.
That dream of belonging.
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This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
“SHEILA’S PASSION.” Copyright © 2012 by Lora Leigh. This story was originally published in the anthology LEGALLY HOT. All rights reserved. For information, address St. Martin’s Press, 175 Fifth Avenue, New York, N.Y. 10010.
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First Edition: October 2012