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continued to lap at her ass while his fingers rhythmically moved in and out. She squirmed, losing herself in the sensations. She'd never experienced anal play, and he played her like a virtuoso. She hovered on the precipice of no return, controlling every sensation, every movement. Just as he'd said, the puddle beneath her turned into a lake.
    Amy fell headlong into the abyss of utter ecstasy. The orgasm that came almost made her pass out. She came with such force she sprayed...just like a man. He quickly placed a palm over her mouth to mute her screams as her body shuddered and jerked as if in an epileptic seizure.
    Suddenly his face was between her legs. He licked every inch of her until she came back to the present.
    With her hair plastered to her face, her body soaked in sweat and come, she wondered whether he was truly trying to kill her by orgasms. But he wasn't done with her yet.
    When the head of his cock teased at the entrance of her ass, her breath caught in her throat. He trailed the crown upward along delicate folds to her labia and stopped just at the hood of her clit. He reversed and skidded up toward her ass. Giving a deep, guttural groan, he pushed inside just a little and withdrew.
    This was another first. She'd never been fucked in the ass before. Still basking from the best orgasm of her life, there was no way he going to top it. He was tenacious, however.
    Inch by gradual inch he pushed inside and pulled out. When the entire length of him filled her completely, she swore she'd stopped breathing. Every movement and thrust of his hips was ecstasy.
    Then he entered her pussy. She clenched tightly around his cock and saturated him. She felt every engorged vein and ridge of his dick as he slid in and out. Her hips rolled and swayed to meet every unhurried plunge he made. She wanted him to go faster, harder, to take control. She forced herself to remember that whatever the client wanted, the client received.
    “ Am I hurting you?” he murmured.
    "Don't stop," was all she could muster.
    His arms encircled her and crushed her against him as he maneuvered them to the edge of the bed. He lifted her up as if she weighed nothing more than a drop of water.
    Once she was facing him and positioned on his lap, he guided her ass up and down on his cock, driving into her again and again. Never did his tempo change. Slow, methodical, and fucking amazing!
    Using her legs as support, she gripped his shoulders and attempted to take control. She was nearing the brink of another orgasm, if that was at all possible. Pleasure bubbled in the base of her womb. When she attempted to push her clit into him, she suddenly felt the pad of his thumb graze over the sensitive nub, fleetingly, slowly, just like his thrusts. He dominated everything. And she didn't care.
    “ You're not to come. Not yet. Do you understand?”
    Her mind and body reeled . “I-I don't. I can’t—”
    “ Listen to my voice."
    Hell, his voice was a sexy as his cock. How was she going to do this? She was too close.
    "Don ’t come until I tell you. Don't disappoint me.”
    Every nerve responded. She fought back the urge, the need, the compulsion to explode from the inside out.
    Several more thrusts followed. She grunted from the effort of holding back. She tried to think of something else, even Mother Theresa, but it wasn't working.
    His fingers dug like claws into her flesh. She'd have bruises there tomorrow, but she didn't care. Then she heard those magic words.
    “ Come. Come all over me.”
    The words created an internal combustion. She came with a force that rattled her teeth. The walls of her pussy convulsed with such severity, she screamed at the top of her lungs. Without realizing, she clung to him, kissing him in wild abandon. He reciprocated with identical passion. His moans of pleasure travelled straight to her over-sensitive clit. Then he threw back his head and howled a deafening, deep-throated growl that made her pray the rest of the hotel