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groaned above her.
Yes, she whispered, staring up at him, snared by his eyes, the intense sexual need in his expression. I
want to be filled and screaming. Please, Brock.
Strangled and tortured, a groan ripped from his throat. His fingers pulled free of her body, but he
replaced them with the broad head of his erection. Sarah stilled, her breath nearly suspended in her chest
as she felt the burning tip move against her.
I swore not yet, he growled fiercely. I was going to wait, Sarah. I swear I was.
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Sarah felt fire, lightning arching over her skin, between her thighs as the hard flesh began to invade her.
Stretched, invaded, she gasped, her hips arching, the incredible sensations spreading through her as
Brock slid deeper and deeper inside her body.
Sarah. Her name was a harsh groan that sounded torn from his lips. Damn. You re so tight. So tight,
Sarah.
His hand tore at the buttons of her dress, several ripping from their mooring as the edges spread. Then
his lips were covering one hard-tipped mound, his mouth suckling her heatedly as he pushed the last few
inches into her body. She wouldn t survive it, Sarah thought. There was no way she would survive the
lash of heat and need now searing her body.
That Brock August could do this to a woman didn t surprise her. The fact that he had her beneath him,
moaning in pleasure, astounded her though. Her, quiet, mousy Sarah, was making Brock August pant
and whisper roughly as he pushed inside her. She tightened her muscles around him, crying out herself at
the lash of pain/pleasure the action invoked.
Oh hell. Sarah. Don t do that. His lips were at her neck, his teeth nipping at her skin as he fought for
control. Don t do that, baby, I won t be able to hold on.
Had he ever lost control sexually? She knew women who bemoaned over the fact that they could never
make one of the August brothers lose control. She tightened around him further, her hips shifting as heat
scalded her vagina, making her writhe in need beneath him.
His hips retracted then plunged harshly, and Sarah heard herself cry out as her flesh throbbed and pulsed
around him. Sensation after sensation tore through her, making her arch closer to him, tighten further
around him.
Stay still, Sarah, he begged her roughly, grinding his hips against her in short, involuntary jerks.
She couldn t help it. The feeling was too intense, the need riding her like a demon intent on satisfaction.
Make me scream, she whispered, staring into his face as he rose above her. She was amazed at the
husky sexuality in her voice. Please, Brock. I ve never screamed.
His eyes widened. For a second, long and intense, he watched her in surprise.
Never? He growled the question as his body seemed to tense, bunch for action. His arm wrapped
around her hips as he moved her back along the seat.
The motion tore a cry from her. It made the flesh filling her shift, move, stroke and caress. She was
desperate for more.
Never, she cried out roughly. I want to scream. Just once, Brock.
Just once? He levered over her, pulling back slowly. No love, you ll scream more than just once.
A low, keening cry filled the interior of the jeep as he plunged hard inside her. Sarah felt her vagina
stretch with a bit of protest, but that small edge of pain made her want more. Always more. And he
didn t stop with just one. One hand gripped her hip, his arm wrapped around her shoulders, and his hips
began a strong, rhythmic thrusting that had her arching and crying out. The tension in her grew, the fire
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and heat filling her, stretching her on a rack of pleasure so torturous she began to fear insanity. She
couldn t stand it. She couldn t. It was building harshly, always building, never releasing, never ending.
Brock? Fear was filling her now. It wouldn t stop. The tension in her body was winding tighter and
tighter, with no ease, no release.
She strained against him, her head tossing, her hips fighting against his grip as they jerked in time to his
hard thrusts. She could feel the invader, thick steel driving between her thighs over and over, making her
body fill and gush with moisture but the tormenting grip of erotic fury never eased inside her.
Soon, Sarah, he gasped at her ear, his lips caressing the lobe as she fought against the steady pace.
Just let it go, baby. Don t worry. Don t fight it.
It s killing me. Her cry echoed around them, rising in intensity as the fire built in her body.
She couldn t stand it. She wouldn t survive it. She would die. It would kill her.
Then it will kill us both. He arched into her, his cock pummeling into her like a flesh and blood
jackhammer intent on driving her past the edge of frenzy.
The fierce impalement, the frenzy of lust and need made her gasp, cry out. The tension was winding
tighter, fear threading through the haze of passion, making the sensations stronger, deeper. She wouldn t
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