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His touch lit her skin on fire. She could feel the pulsing veins of his cock. She could feel the head of his cock, large and plum shaped, rub over the top of her clit. He slid back and forth against her hyper-sensitive anus.

Oh my God
,
I’m going to come, and I want him inside me when I
do
.

Angela moaned.
“Um, Jesse?”

His hand cupped her right breast and thumbed her swollen, aching nipple. “Yeah, babe?”

“Please?”

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me.”

Jesse chuckled and licked the tender spot under her ear. Angela quivered from head to toe.

“I like a woman who says what she wants. No pussy-footin’

around for you, huh, babe?”

He pinched and rolled her hard nipple gently between forefinger and thumb.

Angela cried out. She was so close…so close. “I don’t usually talk like this, Jesse Burke, and you know it.” She stomped her right foot.

“Hey, watch it, sweetness. You just missed breaking a toe with those heels. I don’t think I’d be able to finish what we started if I had a broken toe. Do you?”

“No,” she whimpered, hanging her head.

Jesse smoothed her hair off her sweaty face. “I’ve always loved your hair. I’m so glad you didn’t cut it, Angie. If you were blonde, you’d look like Lady Godiva ready to mount her…” He paused and Angela’s insides quivered. “Stallion.”

There was that wicked chuckle again. God, he loved tormenting the hell out of her. “Please, Jesse. Please put your dick in.”

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His hand left her right breast, to tease and torture her left. “In a minute. Patience is a virtue.”

“I’m not feeling very virtuous at the moment, Jesse. I’m begging you.”

“Grab the pole and hold on tight, baby. You’re about to take the ride of your life.” He loosened his hold on her hand. “Got a good grip?”

“Yes.” Her voice wavered ever so slightly.

“Okay, spread your legs a little and brace yourself. Hold on to the pole and don’t let your hands slip.” His broad hands grasped her waist, and Angela gasped when she realized his hands were nearly large enough to circle her waist. The breath caught in her throat as she felt him begin to enter her. God, he was a big man.

Jesse lifted her body slightly and stepped closer to her. His cock pushed against her opening, and Angela wiggled, trying to take him in all in at once.

“Not so fast, sugar. Take your time. Enjoy the moment.” He moved slightly left one step, then two. Angela’s hands slid slightly around the pole, but she kept her grip.

Moaning filled the silence of the dance studio.

Jesse supported her with one arm so the head of his cock barely touched her feminine lips. He tipped her head up to face the mirror. “I want you to watch. Look at us, Aniela. Look in the mirror. What do you see?”

Always self-conscious of her body, Angela hesitated, afraid to open her eyes. The mirror was right there in front of them. She would see every detail.

Jesse lowered her body an inch and slipped the head of his cock into her. Angela sighed, but kept her eyes closed. “Come on, babe, open your eyes.”

He lifted her body off his cock and didn’t move until she opened her eyes. His biceps quivered with exertion, but he wasn’t breathing hard. His arm muscles bulged and were corded like a wrestler. To Ebook piracy is stealing. It is a federal offense.

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Jesse she must be as light as a feather. After all, he was used to throwing calves, vaccinating them, branding them, and then jumping out of the way when the calves were let loose. At least that’s what she assumed he did. She was ashamed to admit she had no idea riding bulls and wrestling calves could make such wonderful, firm, smooth muscles.

Angela would always be self conscious of her body. She still saw a fat girl, reminiscent of her childhood whenever she looked at the mirror.

Adopted at an early age, she was the only Asian girl in an almost all white southern town. She put her frustrations from not quite ever fitting in to food, and after being made fun of through those awkward teenage years. She’d been a pudgy teen and ashamed of her body, but she’d taken control of her appetite and worked long and hard to get a body other women would envy and men would crave. Now, she barely weighed a hundred pounds. Her only valid complaint was her small breasts, but they were perfectly proportioned for her body.

Angela attributed her bust size to her Asian heritage. They might be small, but they made up for it by being hyper-sensitive, firm, and topped by swollen nipples the shade of brown sugar. Her almond-shaped brown eyes, light honey skin color and long, shining black hair contrasted perfectly with Jesse’s blond, tanned good looks.

Jesse ran his hand down her thighs and back up to cup her bottom cheeks. “Nice. Firm. Tight like the rest of you. It must be all the dancing you do.”

Angela couldn’t believe he continued to talk, when all she could think about was his cock being inside of her. How could he hold his orgasm off? He must be Superman.

Angela slowly raised her eyes. The sight nearly blew her away.

Their nude bodies reflected back at her.

It was surreal. Sexual. Fascinating. Like nothing she’d every experienced in her life.

“My God,” she whispered.

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“Yeah, you’re something, babe.” Jesse’s hot breath brushed against ear.

“I wasn’t talking about me. You’re huge.”

Jesse grinned and flexed an arm.

“I know we've made love dozens of times, but your size still amazes me.”

Jesse’s grin grew broader, and his teeth shown white in the darkened room. “Big all over.” He rubbed his cock against between her bottom cheeks. “Do you like it? Do you want me, babe?”

“Oh God…”

He was still grinning when he slipped two inches of his cock into her from behind. Angela gripped the pole tighter. It was the only thing holding her from flying off into space.

Jesse used his hands and penis in other ways, and soon, Angela was a pile of weeping, begging bundle of nerves and still he wouldn’t let her come. He had her body memorized like an old song. The moment she hovered on the brink of a climax, he would ease off on the stimulation.

Angela wasn’t a novice at sex, but Jesse proved how little she really knew about the art of making love. “Do it,” she begged. “Just do it, Jess. Do it now.”

Jesse nipped at the tender spot under her ear. “Come on, babe, beg me some more.”

“God, you’re cruel.” Angela squeezed the pole hoping she wouldn’t land on the floor. Jesse had too much control. She had started this scenario thinking she could stay the aggressor. He had quickly proved her wrong.

Jesse continued to rub his body against hers, imprinting his scent and touch on her. Damn. She didn’t want this to happen. She’d wanted sex and sin. Jesse gave her too much. It was as if he was a part of her body. He gave her everything he had and more than she thought possible.

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Jesse was hot, sweaty, musky and delicious. The air around them full of the scent of sex and pheromones.

Angela’s body answered his primitive urging. She pushed her rump against him. She wanted control, and for a moment, it seemed she might even win. Jesse’s arms weren’t the only thing trembling. He shook from head to toe, and yet, he continued to slide his penis in and out of her vagina with slow, agonizing strokes. Filling her up, then leaving her empty and lonely.

Finally, when she’d about given up hope, he picked up the tempo slamming into her high and hard. One large, work-roughened hand cupped her sex and the other her breasts. One flick of his thumb on her clit, and Angela howled like a wolf answering the call of her mate.

Waves of ecstasy racked her body. Uncontrollably, her body shook all over, and she continued to wail as his hot seed boiled into her. She whined, growling and climaxing so hard she couldn’t hold onto the pole any longer. Her hands slipped free of the brass pole, and she reached behind her to clasp Jesse’s hard ass, bringing him as close as possible to her body.

They fell to the hard, wooden dance floor engrossed in their lovemaking. Pumping furiously, Angela bucked under Jesse like a year old filly. Angela writhed against him, rolling until she was on top of Jesse. Now she would be in control. Before she could climax again, she was under him, bucking and begging for him to do it again.

“More, Jesse. Give me more.” Her words only proved she’d been wrong. She had figured if she had sex with Jesse she’d be able to get the big cowboy out of her system. One hot fuck would clear up the whole sexual attraction.

She’d been a fool living in a dream. She thought she could give him up, but she was wrong. Making love with him a hundred times would never be enough.

Jesse Burke was dangerously addictive.

Control. Angela fought for control, but in the one part of her brain still functioning, she realized no one was in control. Least of all her.

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Jesse was happier than a tornado in a trailer park. Holding Angela was pure heaven, even though he knew he should be feeling guilty as sin for taking advantage of Angela. He shoved that thought to the back of his mind.

Making love to her made him feel better than he’d ever felt. No other woman had satisfied his hunger the way Angela did.

Unexplainably magical. This wasn't over by any means. He planned to spend every spare moment of his time with her.

How had he missed the fact she'd grown up to be a beautiful, sexy woman? Why hadn't he noticed her before now? His sweet, tiny, perfect Angela. Angel. She was his angel.

Jesse ran his fingers over her ribcage, circling under her swollen breasts and she moaned. For a moment he'd wondered if she'd gone to sleep. She lay in his arms so limp and still.

Thank God, he'd broken it off with Lydia before she'd gotten him to the altar.

He shouldn't even be thinking about Lydia. All it did was make his blood boil with anger. The woman was nuts. He sure as hell wasn't looking forward to the dance contest. He had a feeling she was going to make the evening a miserable experience.

It had knocked him on his ass when Angela asked him to fulfill her wildest fantasies. As a little girl she'd been so quiet and meek.

He'd watched her grow from a tiny pain in the butt to a teenager who was always dancing and in her own little world. Growing up they'd been more like brother and sister. He should have known something was up when his body started reacting to her prancing around the house in her leotard and tights. He'd marked it up to hormones and let it go. He would admit he had watched her body changing and wondered what it would be like to kiss her or touch her.

Now he knew.

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The first time he’d spent the night at his friend Beau’s, Jesse about swallowed his tongue when Angela pranced around the house in what he thought was underwear. Beau laughed at his expression and told him to get over it. Her outfit was simply her usual bedtime wear. The next morning at breakfast Jesse hadn’t been able to look across the table at Angela, and he hadn’t been able to get one bite of his breakfast down.

Angela kept smiling at him, but he’d been too shy to speak.

Most teenage girls had no clue what they did to a hormonal, growing boy. Being around Angela had been painful. Jesse often worried she'd notice his hard-on or worse yet, her brother would notice and he'd be dead meat.

Angela was his best friend's sister. Jesse was he was too young to die, so he'd tried his best to ignore her. He didn't want to lose Beau's friendship.

“I'm glad Beau hasn't caught on to us, aren't you, Jesse?"

Angela's words brought the present slamming in on Jesse. "Yeah, I don't think he'd be too happy if he found out I was banging his baby sister."

"Banging? I thought we were having fun sex. Banging sounds a little crude."

"Sorry, hon. I chose the wrong word. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. Forgive me?"

She nestled closer to Jesse's hard, hot body rubbing her bottom against his half-hard cock. "I'll forgive you this time.”
Craptastic
. His gut fisted. Good ol' Beau thought Angela was giving him dance lessons. Jesse hated to keep their relationship a secret from his best friend. Secrets only got people in trouble. Any day now he was going to let something slip about his sexual relationship with Angela and all hell was going to break loose.

When Beau found out Jesse was fucking his sister, he'd probably beat the snot out of him. Jesse couldn’t even remember how many Ebook piracy is stealing. It is a federal offense.

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times Beau had told him Angela was as pure as the driven snow, and Beau was determined to see she stayed that way.

Beau was in for a surprise. Angela was a wildcat when she unleashed her passion. Beau would never believe him because half the fights he got in were protecting his kid sister, and when he figured out what was going on between them, Jesse was going to be in more trouble than a fox caught in the hen house.

It wouldn’t matter that they’d been best friends for sixteen years.

No one messed with Angela. Keeping a secret this big from Beau scared the beejesus out of him. They never kept secrets, and one of the pacts they made in childhood was never—ever—let a girl come between them.