6 Quotes by Natasha Blackthorne

Like this, Rose. Mount me.” He pulled her down firmly. Her cunny was so wet that his thick, hard length came all the way inside in one sweet, sliding move. His girth seemed to stretch her to her limits. The delicious fullness sent waves of delight through her so strong that she gasped. He flexed his hips up and she gasped again. Sweet, it was oh so sweet and she wanted more. She had to have more. Tentatively, she rocked.

Each frantic, desperate beat of his heart pulsed in his erection. Engorging it. Making it throb and twitch. He leaked and leaked. Now.

Shafts of delight stabbed down through her belly to her core.

Temptation pounded through his blood and, with every beat of his heart, increased the pulsation in his cock. She was lust incarnate.

She grasped his erection, and moved to position it. His wet, leaking crown grazed her swollen, overheated, soaked flesh. Dire waves of desire tore through her at the slick velvet-over-steel sensation.

He tightened his hold on her hair and brought his mouth down and claimed hers in a kiss that seared her straight down to her toes. They kissed as though they were starved for the taste of each other’s mouths, until they were breathless.