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    “Good,” he said as his fingers fiercely probed inside me.
    “Ah. Oh my God. You’re so hot. I’m going to come. Don’t stop. Don’t stop Geo—Don.”
    “Yeah, baby, say my name. You know I love it when you say my name.”
    I couldn’t scream out his name for the fear that I’d yell out George’s name. I tightened my thighs around his hand as my orgasm took over.
    He pulled out his fingers and got down on the floor of the limo. He forcefully pushed my legs up, pulled my panties down, and went to town. I lay back and rolled my eyes. For a split second, Green Eyes popped into my head and, suddenly, I was about to come again. What the fuck! I thought.
    “Don, don’t you dare stop. I’m about to come again,” I said with bated breath.
    “Already? Fuck. They don’t call me ‘the king’ for nothing.”
    Green Eyes. Green Eyes. I thought of him as Don’s mouth was clamped around my pussy, his tongue flickering in and out. My body shook as I came again.
    We pulled up to Don’s house and he got out and opened the door for me. “I need to fuck you right now. I need to come right now. I fucking need your pussy wrapped around my cock,” he yelled.
    “Whoa, Don. Settle down, big boy. First, we need to do a couple shots of tequila,” I said as I walked through the door. “You know the routine.”
    “Come on, Sierra. Do you really need the tequila?” he whined. “I think you had your fair share of champagne at the art gallery. We can do the shots after I fuck you.”
    “No. No. No,” I said as I waved my finger. “No shots, no sex.”
    He sighed as he walked over to his bar and set two shot glasses in front of me. He took the bottle of tequila and poured it into each glass. I took one glass, held it up, and threw it back. The burn felt so good. I picked up the other glass and did the same. Don stepped out from behind the bar and pulled down the straps to my dress, exposing my tits. He grabbed them forcefully as he kneaded them and pulled at my hard nipples. He led me over to the chaise lounge.
    “Get on here and stick that beautiful ass up in the air. I’m fucking you right here, right now.”
    I got into position as he straddled me and slapped my ass. I flinched. “No spanking,” I commanded.
    “Sorry. It was begging me to, baby.”
    I rolled my eyes and got my head in George mode. Don took down his pants and I heard the condom wrapper tear. He forcefully entered me as he thrust in and out as fast and hard as he could. “Baby, oh baby, your pussy is amazing,” he kept saying over and over again. Of course it was George I pictured saying that to me.
    “Oh my God, the king is about to come!” he screamed. “Come with me. That pussy better come with me!” he continued.
    I began moaning in a high-pitched voice. Faking an orgasm when needed was my specialty.
    “Call me ‘the king’ as you come!” he exclaimed.
    “Oh. Oh. Oh my God. King!” I screamed as I faked an orgasm.
    “Oh yeah,” he moaned as he pushed deep inside me and stood there. He pulled out and rolled the condom off his cock, then walked over to the trash can behind the bar and disposed of it. I climbed off the chair, grabbed my dress and panties, and went upstairs to his bedroom. I was exhausted and I just wanted to sleep. He followed behind me and climbed into bed.
    “Oh, by the way, I just want you to know that I’m getting married,” he said.
    I rolled over and looked at him. “WHAT!” I yelled.
    “I know, baby. Don’t be upset. I still want to fuck you from time to time. This won’t change things.”
    “I didn’t know you had a girlfriend!”
    “Yeah. It’s a status thing. I really have no choice. It’s kind of like a business deal. You understand, right? But don’t worry your pretty little head; she’s not that great in bed. In fact, I think the king is too much for her.”
    Fucking unbelievable. I just fucked a guy with a fiancée. That went against my number one rule. I got up from the bed and grabbed