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    She lost herself in the moment of bringing him pleasure, but it was not to last.  He pulled his cock out of her mouth and lifted her up from the floor by leading her back to the chair.  She could see it in his eyes.  His need to drive into her with his cock, and she wanted it so badly.  She placed herself with one knee on the brown leather chair and one foot to the floor.  Her hands rested on the back of the chair as she extended her ass back to him, tossed her hair over her shoulder and looked back.  "Fuck me Marc.  I need this.  I need you.  Damn we're going to be good together."  Her smile conveyed the deviousness she craved.
    He took a step between her legs and rested a hand on her ass.  A soft swat sounded out, and he laughed lightly.  "Another time and I want nothing but your ass."  He teased.
    A triple flash of lightning danced across the sky and caught her attention forward.  She felt charged and ready to have him fuck her hard and fast.  She craved the feel of his hard thick cock stretching her to the point of excitement.
    His fingers spread her moisture for a moment, and then she felt him lean into her, slowly guiding his big cock into her pussy.  It felt incredible.  Her moan reverberated through the room before she could plead out.  "Fuck me Marc.  Fuck me hard.  You feel so good."  She smiled as her eyes trained on the electric light show in the sky and the reflection of their bodies together in the privacy glass windows.  The image burned in her brain in case this was the one and only time she got him to agree to all of this.  Something, deep down, told her he would be open and receptive to making this something more, but was all of this just for his company or did he really have the same passionate desires that she did?
    The full length of his cock was in, and he was slowly sliding back out as she didn't care what the answer was.  His hand stroked the side of her waist before firmly grasping itself there.  His other hand stroked the leg that was straight and then found its place in the front of her thigh.  He leaned in and began to stroke his cock in and out of her, while whispering how good she felt.
    She wanted this to last.  She understood his desire to make this magic go slow and tenderly, yet she dreamt of a hard fast fuck from Marc Briddle, and she was going to get it, this time.
    "Fuck me hard Marc.  Do as I say.  Fuck me hard and fast.  The way I like it.  Do it now or you won't fuck me at all."  She put that threat out there and felt the hard thrust of his cock as she said it.  He let out several grunts as he pushed hard in and out, in and out.  He slapped himself against her ass and retreated just as quick.  The motion was getting faster; his groans louder, and then he released inside of her with a hard fast thrust.
    She reviled in the way his body fell limp against her as his hand found her clitoris, and his cock was just beginning to go soft.  His fingers played with her clitoris as he talked against her neck about how fucking incredible she is.  She let him have this tender time he so rampantly talked about.  She got a thrill of holding out on her next orgasm, until he pulled out and slide his thumb inside her deep and curved, his fingers pushed on her clitoris and his other finger spread some moisture over her ass, and he let that finger rub against her hole.
    It was creative and sensual in the way he maneuvered himself to fit her body's needs.  She wanted to beg and plead that this continue, but instead she cried out his name with a shout.  "Marc!"  Then she convulsed with the most intense electric shutter as he cooed at her with reassurance.
    "That's right Cassandra.  Enjoy it.  Make it last.  There's more where that came from.  Let it flow baby.  Feel it and whither against me."  She did as he commanded and somehow ended up in his lap on the brown leather chair, their two naked bodies sweaty and wet from all their juices.  His heavy