Both of them panted, the pool of pleasure building, their bodies joined as one, pubic hair tangling, his balls slapping down against her small bottom,... her clitoris exposed as he rocked his hips, pushing them forward in pleasure. Staying leant on one arm he moved his hand down between them, his thumb finding her hard and sensitive nub, and rubbed it as he moved inside of her, stronger and faster, watching her face as she built up towards her orgasm, a look of pure pleasure on her face, eyes. Sense and reason had nothing to do with it, he knew. And while it might well be the only thing on HIS mind since he saw her mere minutes before standing on his deck, it might have nothing at all to do with why she'd come to see him.Smiling ruefully at himself as he finished coiling the rope that secured the boat to the dock, checking it for the night he thought; but a man can dream, can't he?The sound of her voice calling from below deck brought him out of his reverie and he took one last,. He'd rather the chair was hard cold stone.Same for the demons. They had the same red-hot sexy faces and bodies as the porn stars he used to jerk off to. It was all so fucking wrong. Was this why the ones that came back alive, the ones that weren't screaming freaks, never talked about it?Jason strained against the straps, veins popping up on his arms as he tried to break free. There was no give at all.Jason gritted his teeth and banged his head back against the soft head rest.Fuck. He was going. The thought of Ben Marshall’s hands all over her body made Janet shiver with excitement. But for now Ben Marshall was just a fantasy for Janet, one that she thought she could never achieve. Her magic carpet once again crashed back to Earth. Janet got up from her bed and looked at herself in the mirror that was affixed to her dresser. As long as she could remember, her body had always been larger than those of other girls her age. It wasn’t that she was excessively overweight — some would say.