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about to do to her, made her shake
with nerves.
    She looked behind her and watched him spread lube on his
cock. The dark head flared wide and she involuntarily contracted all the
muscles in her pelvis.
    On a normal day he was larger than average but there were
certain days he made porn stars look inadequate.
    She glanced at his cock again, biting her lip. In several
days she was still going to be sitting gingerly.
    She couldn’t wait.
    Sometimes they used condoms but lately he took her bare more
often and then wouldn’t let her wear panties afterward.
    After he’d taken her, marked her, there was something
decidedly wicked about feeling his seed slide out of her and down her inner
thigh.
    She was on the Pill because they weren’t ready for children
and knowing he took her with no barrier, that it really was flesh to flesh and
soul to soul? It made the sex that much more raw.
    He blew her mind with the wicked things he came up with to
do with her—to her.
    A drizzle of lube hit the crack of her ass and she sucked in
a startled breath, lifting up a little.
    “I love it when your mind wanders.” He rubbed the head of
his cock in the lube running down her slit. “I get to bring you back to the
here and now. To me. Always to me.”
    He capped the lube and tossed it back in the drawer.
    He tucked the head of his cock against the tiny puckered
rosette of her ass and pushed her back down until her chest met the cold desk
again.
    “Fuck,” slipped out at the chilly contact. She kept talking
to distract herself from the temperature and the pain of him taking her. “Is
that why you let me play? So you get to claim me again when I’m all done?”
    He scraped his blunt nails along her spine.
    “I let you play, my pet, because I can,” he offered in way
of explanation between gritted teeth. “You’re the prettiest toy I have and it’s
fucking hot to get to share it, to show it off and lend it out to people I
approve of. Then when my toy is returned I get to inspect it…” He pushed
forward, her hole relaxing just enough so the head moved past her tight
sphincter, allowing him to glide in.
    He gripped her hip with one hand, leaning over her back,
clutching the white knuckles on one of her hands latched on to the edge of the
desk.
    His thigh bumped the keyboard tray on the desk, jostling
something free that glanced off her thigh and clattered to the floor.
    A ding sounded on his PC, signaling something had just been
turned off, or on.
    What it was didn’t matter.
    She forgot all about it when his breath whispered across the
flesh of her spine.
    He nuzzled her neck, pumping his hips in short bursts of
motion, reminding her exactly who owned her. “Everyone likes to share their
toys, but getting them back, getting to put them up on your shelf again after
playing with them—hard? Best feeling ever, knowing someone else liked your toy,
but it’s still yours .”
    Angel wound her fingers through his.
    Words failed her when all she could concentrate on were the
delicious sensations piling up inside her.
    “And watching some woman lick at your pussy while you plump
your breasts in your own hands, pinching your nipples because you need that
bite of pain? That’s just fucking hot.” He leaned back, releasing her hip to
grasp her shoulder, withdrawing almost clear of her tight ass just to push
inside again.
    Sliding in.
    Fucking her.
    Owning every whimper and moan slipping past her lips.
    She swore she heard a moan from another woman. It made her
think of the last time he let her play. Her pussy tightened at the reminder.
She’d been with a few women that night. They’d had a Sybian party. Each woman
took turns riding it. Her clit tingled at the thought of how he’d fucked her
for nearly six hours straight when she’d come home and told him all about it.
    “Thank you,” she groaned as he gripped both of her
shoulders, tunneling past her resistance, simply taking what he knew was
already his.
    “For what, my little