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feels strangely erotic.
    His hot tongue follows the trail that his finger made, and then slides in between my toes.  I don't understand how this feels so good, but I can't help but slide my own hand between my legs, feeling the moisture between my slit.
    “Not yet,” he says with bravado as he removes my hand.  It's torture— beautiful torture.
    He kneels between my open legs and removes his boxers.  His cock is long, thick and wet.  I grip the paper with my hands, wanting to touch it, wanting to taste it. 
    His head comes diving between my legs, kissing and nipping at the delicate skin of my inner thigh. My breathing deepens when I feel his warm breath against my core.  His tongue teases my hole before sliding inside of me.  I moan and my hands grab his hair roughly as he explores my depths with his mouth.  He continues to writhe inside of me and I can't take much more of this— my sex becomes hotter, and wetter, until it gushes, leaving me panting and aching for more.
    I feel his hands on my stomach and trailing up to my breast again.  His face replaces them and licks my belly button, kissing up my body between my breasts, over my chest, and landing in the nape of my neck.
    His lips tickle my ear and he says, “I want your legs around me.”
    He rests his hips on top of mine and I bring my l hook my leg over his back.  He gropes my thigh, roughly bring it up higher around his waist.  The skin of my neck is taken in between his lips, his tongue darting out and swirling against it, tasting it.  My legs tighten around him.
    He brings his head up and places his forehead against mine.  I lock eyes with him as he reaches between us to position himself at my entrance.  His lips brush against mine and I feel his cock jump against me, right before he pushes the tip into me.  I let out a loud whimper and grip the back of his neck tighter.
    He holds on tightly to my thigh as he slides is full length inside.  His chest rises and falls against mine as he rocks his hips against mine with a steady motion. Lifting his body off of mine, he grabs my wrists and pins them against the paper.  My pussy tightens around him as he thrust harder against me, and my eyes roll back into my head.  One thing is certain—this white boy knows how to work his shit.
    I feel the sensation of my orgasm build up inside me, and then abruptly he stops and pulls out.  Fuck! No.
    He grabs my hips and flips me over on to my hands and knees, opening my legs around him and pulling my ass hard against his skin.  He grips my hips tightly as I feel his cock fill me again, moaning as slides inside.  He fucks me hard, thrusting into me and pulling my hips back against him— I can barely keep up.  I hear him groan sexily and feel his orgasm, and then he releases into me.  And my release follows.
    We both fall on our sides, panting and attempting to catch our breath.  His hand snakes around my waist and he pulls me against his chest. 
    Placing a kiss against his neck he says, “You pass.”
    I turn to look at him out of confusion and he grins at me, cryptically, as he removes his body from mine to retrieve his clothes, leaving me naked and alone on the paper.
    “I pass what?” I ask him, sitting up and shielding my nakedness with my arms.
    “The audition.  That's what this is, after all.”
    I didn't understand.  If that's an audition, what the hell am I auditioning for?
    “That doesn't make sense, you said I wasn't cut out to be a model,” I repeat bitterly.
    “No, I said I had a more important job for you,” he says as he buckles his pants. 
    “And what would that be?”
    He laughs, and kneels in front of me. “The job requirements are simple.  I want you.  More of you,” he says as his eyes grow dark and hungry again.  He touches my neck gently with the side of his finger. “I won't share you, do you understand that?  You're mine only, and you're to be here for me when I need you.”
    I...what?
    “ And you're welcome to