Pat Cromwell

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EXCERPT

“Arms and legs around me now, right fucking now Lily.”   He instructed in a strained voice and she complied readily with greediness and a hunger that he had grown addicted to.  He backed her against the spackled bedroom wall and drove into her without hesitation.  Simon knew that the force of his entry coupled with the rigidness of the  wall simply added to her pleasure.  Damn she was tight, and wet, and swallowed him whole. 

Balls deep, he drove forward, slamming into her, ignoring the pain that sliced into his hands that held her steadily against him.  She held on for dear life with her arms locked around his shoulders, her long legs clasped firmly about his waist as tight as possible.  To hell with being politically correct, he liked a woman with a little body – not anorexia thin, but small and fucking bendable in all the right places. 

That described his Lillian.  When they first met she had bemoaned the years she was forced by her parents to participate in gymnastic – either at school or at the local YMCA.  He considered her parents to be assholes, but secretly thanked them for those forced lessons – they were of great benefit to him.  She could take on the most shocking and difficult of positions described in the Kama Sutra and had even created some crazy one’s of her own.  She was a freak and all his – no way in hell he’d let her go he thought as he steadily drove into her.  With the mind set of a Cro-Magnon man, as he teetered on the brink of cuming with a mind shattering eruptions that he had grown used to but never got enough of, he knew he’d kill to keep her and would defy heaven and hell to make her his one hundred percent.  Nothing short of a legally binding marriage would do.

She had curves in the right places, breast that fit perfectly in the palm of his hand, a tight little fuck-me lay-me to rest ass, and those strong, endlessly long legs were all Nirvana to Simon.  Especially those legs that could break a fucking stallion because more than anything else Simon enjoyed long legs wrapped around his midsection squeezing him until he begged for mercy.

“Fuck yeah baby … break my back love, fuck yeah … tighter Lily baby … tighter. Baby you’re so wet and you feel so damn fucking good Lily.”

“Shut up and just fuck me Simon.”

So he did. 

He fucked her as if his life depended on it - which it did.  Lily was his life. 

He fucked her because it made her happy.  From day one she told him that the only thing she liked vanilla was her men and ice cream. 

He fucked her to give her pleasure. The few times he attempted to make sweet, romantic hearts and flowers love to her had ended in an unmitigated disaster - she did not come and neither did he.

He fucked her because at that moment and every moment for the rest of his life his one and only desire, the key to his happiness was her and giving her everything he had and every part of him.

So he fucked her and eventually they both came.