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pleased.
    God that felt good. All of it.
    Hard hands grab mine, squeezing them, and I'm yanked, my back connecting with soft linen, and he's between my legs, sliding back in, riding me like a hellhound to Armageddon.
    It feels intimate and nineteen shades of wicked when he presses stubble into my cheek, chaffing it with his movement until it's hot and itchy, his body ramming into mine, over and over, my tits bouncing so hard the skin feels stretched.
    He squashes me when he orgasms again, sagging onto me, my nose touching something hard and unyielding. Probably his collar bone.
    My hair is smoothed off my forehead and a kiss is smeared over my third eye. Then the hardness of his forehead leans against mine and I'm inhaling his gasps, tasting whiskey and lemon.
    Absently I feel his arms, finding the scar, smiling to myself, locking my legs around his ass and hugging him deep inside me, whispering, “You feel so good.”
    The nasal voice interrupts, ordering, “Delilah it's time to clean you up. This way.”
    The warm body divorces mine, my chain is tugged and I fall off the bed, crawling across carpet until my head hits something.
    He hauls me up, and I can't help but hold to his body until I get my balance.
    An arm goes around my waist and I'm walked away from the man with the scar on his inner forearm. The man who just came three times, excluding the first room. My god, he's got some serious stamina.
    The room I'm taken to is cold, the vaginal douche horrid, my body wiped down with warm soapy something, then I'm dried and led away, into a chair in another room.
    “ Wait.”
    That's all he tells me. I feel abandoned.

 
    Chapter 4
     
    I need to know how you sound when you climax
     
     
    Hard hands hold my knees, touching my breasts, a hot mouth sucking on my left nipple.
    “ Kiss him,” orders the nasal man.
    Blindly reaching out I cup a jaw, holding his head when I close in, tentatively sucking his bottom lip into my mouth and running the tip of my tongue over and inside it.
    Pulled off my chair and into his lap, I sit with my knees akimbo, my pussy wide and exposed in this position, leaning in and softly covering his mouth, feeling the shortness of his hair when he makes me fall, him lying down with me on top of him.
    Imagining Dominic I kiss him the way I think worship and adoration would. Soft and slow at first, stroking his tongue with mine, tasting only mouthwash this time, until the kiss deepens and it becomes savage, nipping his lips, delving inside his mouth with mine, sucking him, pulling his breath into me, tasting the lingering aroma of a cigarette.
    Hands grab my face, forcing me back, and I'm rolled, this time he's kissing me, his bite hard enough to draw blood.
    Laughing into his mouth, I can't prevent the giggle. I love brutal kisses, ones that hurt, ones that leave my lips swollen and sensitive, I love biting and am excited now, my breath giving it away.
    My heart is pounding, my inhalations jagged, my pulse thrumming in my neck. My nipples are squeezed and blunt teeth graze them, arching my spine, subconsciously pushing my breasts at him, craving the titillation.
    “ Masturbate,” orders from my left.
    Looking in the direction of the man with the challenged sinus, I frown.
    “Delilah masturbate, widen your legs and fuck yourself.”
    My companion leaves me, probably taking the chair I evacuated, and I do as told.
    With my knees bent and my ankles touching my tush, I circle my clit using my right hand, rubbing inside my pussy with three fingers on my left hand, using two to widen it in a stretch, using the middle one to rub my O spot.
    It doesn't take long, agitating my nub with circling pressure and fingering my soft and slippery pussy, before I'm arching, holding my shoulders off the floor by balancing on my head, gasping pleasure.
    “Crawl.”
    My legs are twitchy when I roll, getting onto my knees and crawling. “This way, follow my voice.”
    Changing direction I follow his voice,