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to her core and aftershocks sent her to the moon multiple times. At last, he raised his head, but she looked away, embarrassed.
    She felt his grin as he straightened. “If that was at your place, Sam would have burst down the door by now.”
    “Shut up,” she grumbled, and he chuckled.
    This was how he got those women to keep coming back for more. No, she didn’t want to think of others. Tonight was her one shot, and she wanted to enjoy every second. She sat up, mentally shoving her embarrassment aside, and reached for his jeans. Fane sat back on his haunches and let her get the button open. She gaped, just managing to keep the gasp suppressed, when his cock sprung free. The man went commando, but that wasn’t what took her breath away. Fane was hung. He had to be at, or almost, nine inches and so thick, her pussy grew wet again in anticipation of being filled with this monster. She’d been missing out.
    “I know,” he said when she said nothing and made no further move, “I’m big, but I promise you I will be gentle. It might hurt just a little, but I’ll be careful.”
    “Are you serious?”
    “Ah, you’ve been with a few black men? Not impressed?”
    “Don’t be fooled.” She bit her lip and ran fingers over his length. His cock twitched beneath her touch, making her want it even more. Fane repositioned himself to sit on his ass, and he slid his jeans low on his hips. She couldn’t help herself. She wanted it in her now. When she straddled his hips, he held her off from climbing his tool.
    “Easy, beautiful. Let me cover up.”
    She tried moving away, but he held her in place while he fished a condom from his pocket, ripped open the packaging, and rolled it onto his cock. Fane reached between her legs and used a fingertip to test her wetness. Then he raised her up with hands on her hips. She clutched his shoulders and screwed her eyes shut. He lowered her slowly. The tip of his cock pierced her entrance, and a moan escaped her. He halted, giving her a beat to draw in a breath and calm down.
    “Relax, baby. I promise you’ll love it. You’ll scream my name again. Let me in.”
    His soothing, deep voice relieved the tension that had built up, and she eased the hold she had on his shoulders, only then realizing she’d dug her nails into his flesh. Fane seemed not to have noticed. He lowered her pussy onto his cock. Inch by inch he entered her, stretching her walls until she shuttered and gasped. He was right. His cock hurt a bit because she had never had a man as big as him. All her previous lovers had been maybe six inches and definitely thinner.
    “Oh hell, you’re tight, Zuria,” he moaned. “You’re killing me, baby.”
    “Sorry,” she murmured.
    “No, it feels incredible.” He held her firm and paused as he seemed to struggle to maintain control. “I want to shove in, but I refuse to hurt you. If I don’t take it slow, you’re going to make me come.”
    After what felt like an eternity, she was able to settle on his lap with his cock deep in her pussy. They held each other, panting and resting a moment. Zuria didn’t mean to, but she felt her pussy clenching and unclenching around Fane’s cock. He grunted each time she did it, and he increased the pressure on her waist.
    “You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” he accused her. “And what happens if I let go after two pumps in?”
    “Not my fault if you have a problem.”
    “Oh, you’re going to pay for that,” he growled. The next thing she knew she was kneeling on his jeans to protect her knees and Fane was on his behind her. He stuffed his big cock into her pussy and began a slow pump in and out. She curled her hands into the grass, arched her back, and fought not to cry out in ecstasy. He thrust a little faster and then faster still. Each time he drove all the way in, his pelvis bumped her ass and his balls hit her clit, giving her extra pleasure. If she thought he couldn’t last or that she somehow had greater control,