Rufus slid back onto his knees and rose, his thighs spread between hers, his shaft thick and hard and bobbing under its weight. Everything in her tightened with ravenous greed. His big body was carved with rock-hard slabs of tautly defined muscle, his tanned skin sheened with perspiration.He was so powerfully elegant, except for his shaft, which was bluntly primal with its thick coursing veins and wide root. His sac, too, hung large and heavy. He would make a statue as beautiful as Hercules, but with a flagrantly erotic edge. Honestly, Rufus Griswold had been designed to fuck a woman right out of her mind. “Mine,” she said harshly, pushing up and scrambling gracelessly into him, pressing her torso tightly into his.“You’re mine.”“My love.” He took her mouth in a rough, lust-fueled kiss. Lifting her, he moved, turning them so that his back was to the headboard and she was spread over him. Their flesh slid against each other, slickened by sweat. His hands were everywhere, his muscled
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