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ready for me?”
    He had to know she was. He’d told her to keep herself
    always ready for him and she did though he’d never taken
    her that way. Mainly because she always froze up. Her
    “Yes” was a soft moan of expectancy.
    He slid a finger in her ass. The tight ring spasmed,
    clutching him hard.
    “Oh God,” she moaned, trying to steady her knees
    beneath the surge of pleasure.
    “I guess you are,” he murmured at the smoothness of his
    entry, probing gently. She moaned again and pushed back,
    trying to establish a rhythm. He stretched her wider and
    introduced another finger. For a moment, she balked,
    tightening against the invasion. He paid her no mind, pul ing
    his fingers out, dragging against her sensitive flesh as he
    withdrew.
    “Relax and push back,” he coaxed, easing them back in,
    spreading her as he did. “You know you love this.”
    She did. She loved it when he played with her ass, no
    matter how he took it. Gentle or rough, it turned her on until
    she could scream just thinking about him eventual y
    claiming it. She took a breath, waited for the next
    withdrawal and then pushed back.
    “That’s it,” he murmured. “Show me how much you like
    it.”
    She didn’t have much choice. Her nerves were on fire.
    Her entire being focused on his fingers and the pace he
    was setting, slow and easy when she wanted hard and fast,
    every twist, every scissor of his fingers divine torture. When
    she was almost screaming with frustration, he pul ed free.
    His cock tapped her frantical y throbbing opening. She
    jerked up, hips hungrily rearing back, wanting the
    consummation. Only to be denied again when he stepped
    back. She dropped her head to the mattress, her pussy
    aching, ass clenching, feeling so empty she thought she’d
    die from it.
    Marc nudged her foot with his again. She widened her
    stance. It took two more nudges before she was at the level
    he wanted, legs wide, tight muscles straining, every sense
    attuned to him, wanting him. “Perfect.”
    It was the only warning she had before he pushed his
    thick cock into her pussy. She bucked and would have
    col apsed if he hadn’t anchored her hips with his hands,
    holding her steady for the solid penetration.
    It wasn’t easy taking him like this — he was a big man
    and her inner muscles struggled to accept his width as he
    pressed inexorably inward — but it was also arousing as
    hel . Feeling his cock drive deep, having him pul her hips
    back into his on the grinding descent; hearing his orders to
    take him, to fuck him, moaned hoarsely in her ear as his
    fingers dug into her thighs, giving her no choice but to do as
    he ordered, to pleasure him as he needed. It was her
    wildest fantasy, having him use her like she was there for
    his pleasure only. And it was now coming true.
    She pushed back, taking another inch, his curse flowing
    above her just so much sweet music because she knew
    she’d drawn it from him against his wil . Just as she knew
    the next thrust wasn’t as control ed as the first. Yes, yes,
    yes! With every hard thrust she opened wider, took him
    deeper.
    She braced her arms on the bed, pushing back further. It
    wasn’t enough. She wanted more. She wanted him to
    pound that thick cock into her, ride her until he couldn’t hold it anymore. She wanted him to claim her, to make her his in
    a total y primitive way that went far deeper than any woman
    would consider political y correct. She wanted him to fuck
    her without finesse, without control. Just him and her and
    the need she inspired in him. She wiggled her hips. A
    smart sting on her right cheek halted the movement. “Stay
    stil and take it.”
    Oh God! She bit her lip as the sting melded with the heat
    burning her from the inside out, feeding it. How had he
    known? In her dreams he said things like that to her, did
    things like this to her, but she’d never told him, never written it down. How had he known this part of her fantasy she’d
    never dared to