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“Christ, baby. So fucking hot,” he growled as he rocked his hips slowly, a hard grip in my hair. “You like being on your knees? My cock in your mouth? You like it when I fuck your mouth, Sugar?” He groaned as he set the pace with his hands on my head.

My pussy was dripping with arousal, trailing down my legs. I reached one hand down and slid my fingers through the wetness. I’d never been so desperate to have him inside me. A part of me wanted to be appalled at his ordering me around, but him taking me so completely, so unapologetically, was such a turn on. I wanted to rebel, to push him away and yell, but my mind couldn’t focus on why I should be angry when I had his beautiful, heavy cock thrusting in and out of my mouth.

I moaned as I pulled and massaged at my clit.

“Don’t touch yourself,” he bellowed and my eyes flicked open and peered up at him. His stormy blues were glaring down at me. “I own all your orgasms tonight.” He tightened one fist in my hair and pushed his dick farther in my mouth before yanking me away. “Up.” He yanked and I stood from the floor, naked in front of him.

He lifted me and strode two steps to plant me on the counter. He pushed me back and peeled off his pants, his dick long and thick and aimed straight for me. My eyes watched the beautiful sight before me and I wanted nothing more than for it to be back in my mouth, bringing him pleasure.

“You want my cock, baby?” He grinned and fisted his dick in his hands, pumping long and slow, his grip firm and unrelenting. “Answer me.” He flicked his thumb over the tip and it twitched in his hands.

“Yes,” I murmured, unable to look him in the eyes. I was so mesmerized by him touching himself.

“Not yet.” He let go and pushed me back on the counter, thrust my thighs open, holding them in his firm grip, before he took one long lick up my length. I groaned and threaded one hand in my hair as I arched off the counter. He licked and swirled his tongue, pressed it into my entrance before entering me and flicking, eating at me. He sucked and pulled at my throbbing clit with his teeth until I was completely clean of all the wetness that had been dripping down my thighs. He finally thrust one finger inside and hooked it. “Don’t come.” He pulled against my walls as he added another finger and sucked on the bundle of nerves. I moaned and arched, losing control as I kneaded my breast in one hand. I squirmed and begged for him to stop.

“Hold it, Sugar. I want you to come with my dick thrusting in and out of this sweet pussy.”

“Lane, I can’t. Oh God, I can’t anymore,” I moaned incoherently as I pulled at my nipple and he sucked and thrust his fingers in and out of me.

“Longer you hold it, beautiful, more intense it’ll be. Wait for me; let me get you there,” he growled and eased up on the pressure. His fingers pushed and then pulled out, swirling around my clit, spreading my arousal around, then trailing it up my body. “Love watching you playing with your nipples.” He flicked at it, spreading my arousal there. “Put it in your mouth.”

“What?” I leaned up, my eyes landing on his. He peered back at me, desire swirling in his blue depths. “Put your nipple in your mouth. Your tits are big enough. Do it.” He urged me on. Fuck, how could he make me so hot? How did he think of this stuff? And why did I like it so much?

I pressed the flesh of one breast up high, squeezing and forming the breast into a rounded globe, before my tongue flicked out at my nipple. He was right; I could reach it.

“Suck.” He flicked at the other nipple while his eyes watched my lips as I took a nipple in my mouth and sucked and pulled. A new wave of desire flooded between my legs as I watched Lane’s eyes watching me suck and pleasure myself.

“That’s it, Sugar.” He thrust his finger inside me again, delving in and overwhelming every nerve I had. He moved slowly, taking his time at building me up again. His head dipped between my legs and his lips attached at my clit as his eyes still watched my own lips around my nipple.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. I can’t anymore, Lane. I can’t,” I murmured against my breast as my pussy burned with impending orgasm.

“You gonna come for me, baby?”

“Yes,” I moaned.

“Come all over my face?” He sucked harder.

“Yes.”

“Not without me.” He pulled away and before I could register that he was gone he was thrusting his cock deep inside me. He filled me, width and length, and pounded. I screamed as he rode me on the counter, shoving my ass up the cold tile as he railed me. Both his hands grabbed at my breasts and pushed at them, flicking his thumbs over my nipples as his dark hair fell over his forehead, eyes closed, his bottom lip sucked between his teeth in pleasure.

“Lane, Lane, God, Lane,” I moaned his name as an orgasm ripped through my body, the nerves taking flight and firing off from head to toe. He continued to pound, grabbing at my thighs and pulling me up on his waist and riding his cock. With my legs wrapped around his hips, he carried me into the living room. He pulled out of me and spun me around over the arm of the couch.

“Ass in the air, gorgeous.” He smacked at my cheek and I jumped in surprise as a fresh wave of arousal pooled between my legs. I’d just had an orgasm and he was turning me on even more than he already had the first time. He slid a palm up my spine, feeling every ridge as he went, and pushed me over the arm, leaving me wide open to him.

“Mmm, love this pussy.” He ran a finger through my slick flesh before pounding back into me. He held my hips in both hands as he worked in and out harder than he ever had before. With each thrust, he hit the end of me, nearly painfully.

“I want this.” He fingered my back entrance, swirling juices from my pussy up to lubricate the hole. “So fucking wet I don’t even need lube,” he rumbled as he teased the sensitive flesh.

I groaned when he slipped one finger inside up to the first knuckle. It was so fucking wrong, but nothing could have felt better.

“Feels so fucking tight when I’m inside you from both ends.” His voice lowered another octave as he thrust his cock in and out of my pussy and his finger in and out of my ass.

“I can’t take it anymore,” I groaned.

“Sure you can, Sugar. Feel it. Feel me, taking you. Owning this sweet body. This pussy, this ass.” He punctuated each word with a thrust. “It’s mine. No one’s been here but me,” he groaned as he slipped his finger into my ass further and a new orgasm took me.

“Look at you, so soft and open for me.” He slowed his pumping and removed his finger from my back entrance. He pulled out of me and teased the head of his cock at my other hole.

“Gonna take you here, Sugar. Are you ready?”

I moaned my affirmation as nerves twisted and pulled inside my stomach. I was terrified it would hurt. I’d seen him up close, his cock thick and hard as steel. I wasn’t sure how it could possibly fit, and even if it did, there was no way it could feel good.

I fisted my hands on the couch cushions as pleasurable shivers raced through my body at the memory of the sensation he’d given me when he’d filled me from both ends.

He slowly nudged the head of his cock at my back entrance, swirling arousal around the tip, taking his time before the head pushed against the tight muscle.

I groaned as uncomfortable pain shot through my system. My body tensed and tried to push him back out. “It hurts . . .” I whimpered as my hands fisted at the couch cushions.

“Do you want me to stop?” He stilled and ran his hands up my back, around my torso, caressing my skin and sending shivers racing through my body.

“I . . . God, it hurts, but I like it . . .” I murmured as his hands tightened around my waist.

“Fuck, baby,” he murmured for me to relax while he caressed the flesh of my backside slowly, lovingly. I concentrated on relaxing my muscles, inhaling and exhaling through the uncomfortable stretching sensation.

He kneaded the flesh of my ass with his fingers before my body relaxed and adjusted to his girth and he finally breached the muscle and seated himself inside me. Pleasure seeped out of me and loosened every muscle in my body as I gave into him, the sweet intrusion of his cock filling my forbidden entrance.

“Fuck babe. So fucking tight. I need to go slow, but I don’t know if I can,” he gritted through his teeth as his palms slid around my skin, relaxing me as he slowly pushed in farther. He stopped and took deep breaths as he kneaded at the flesh of my ass cheeks before rocking in and out of me gently.

A low moan escaped my throat as I threw my head back. The sensation was new and overwhelming—twinges of pain mixed with the headiest sense of pleasure and the most delicious feeling of fullness.

“Fuck, babe. You like having me here?” he murmured and fisted one hand in my hair, giving it a soft yank.

“Yes,” I moaned. “Please. Harder, faster, anything.” My insides quivered with want. The need for him to take me was overwhelming. My body had adjusted to his rock hard intrusion and now craved the release he could give.

“Jesus Christ.” He pushed in a little deeper. “Fucking hot and tight.” He held on at my hip as he worked up a slow and steady rhythm, owning me completely, so much more than anyone else ever had. And somehow, it didn’t scare me. Instead, I fucking loved it.

“Harder, Lane.” I reached between my legs and felt for his sac, wet from my juices and hanging against the entrance of my pussy. I rolled them around softly and a long groan escaped his throat as he pumped in and out of me a little quicker.

“Fuck, Sugar. Fucking can’t get enough of you. Feels so fucking good, so right, goddamn perfect.” He thrust steadily as one arm wrapped around my body and tugged and massaged my clit. Waves of pleasure unfurled from deep inside and rolled out slowly, causing my body to go limp and my eyelids to flutter closed on a soft moan. My legs turned to jelly and he supported me with one hand at my hip. My arms gave out and folded beneath me on the couch, as I rested my head on it. I whimpered and moaned as the pleasure rushed through my system, swirled around my head, gasps wracking my body.

His thrusting sped up before his fingers tightened on the flesh of my ass as his whole body shuddered and quaked. I groaned, feeling him twitch and empty inside me, his balls tightening up with release as his chest heaved. His pumping slowed before finally coming to a stop and he leaned over my body. I felt his hand tickle at my back as his palms smoothed up my torso, tracing across my skin, causing goose bumps to form and feel-good pheromones to erupt and release. I sighed and smiled into my arm.

“Let’s go to bed. Want to hold you after fucking you like an animal,” he whispered in my ear before he slowly pulled out of me. I relished the slow drag of his softening cock against my back entrance as he pulled out, and winced as the tip of him breached the overworked muscle at my entrance.

He stood and pulled me into his arms, carrying me off down the hall where he ripped the covers off my bed and then snuggled us both inside. He tucked me under his arm and trailed his fingertips along my shoulder with his nose buried in my hair.

My eyes fluttered closed as I smelled his spicy, piney scent and felt the warmth radiating between us. I’d never been so thoroughly worked over and so fucking glad for it. Lane was owning me. Whether I liked it or not, he’d taken me places I’d never even imagined and I loved every second.

“Tell me about Ohio.” I curled her into my arms tighter as we lay on a blanket in front of the fire. She twirled the edge of the soft cashmere around one finger, the curve of her shoulder and the soft dip of her back peeking out beneath the silky fabric. I’d taken her to bed after our epic fuck over the couch. I hadn’t planned on taking her sweet ass, but seeing it propped in my face, I couldn’t hold back. It wasn’t something I always did, in fact I’d only done it a few times with someone much more experienced than I, but the way she felt, fitted around my cock, the tight clenching when she came, it was the longest, most intense orgasm of my life.

“There isn’t much to say,” she murmured. I could tell she was still worked over and sated from our earlier romp. Her eyes hooded with lazy lust, breath escaping in soft puffs from her slightly parted lips. She was beautiful. Never had I seen anyone so innocent with a body made for fucking. Eyes that darkened with desire and nipples the most delicious rosy shade. She was a fucking sex goddess and she’d walked right into my life and sat down in my bar. I couldn’t believe the luck I’d had, but it was about fucking time.

“What about your parents?”

“They’re gone.” She said the words so flatly, my brain slammed to a halt.

“Sorry about that, Sugar. Mine are too.” I trailed a fingertip down her arm and watched goose bumps erupt across her skin.

“It’s just my mom . . . she’s gone. My dad left when I was fourteen. He was an alcoholic, couldn’t keep a job. One day he just left and never came back. My mom hated him; I hated him for leaving us. It was hard for her to be a single parent; she worked two jobs. She did her best, but raising a rebellious teenager isn’t easy.” A pained smile cracked her lips. “He sent birthday cards once in a while and showed up for my high school graduation, but I haven’t seen him since.”

“Sorry about that, Sugar.”