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especially one he had just met. His sexual preferences were extreme to say the least. He liked to dominate, to control his partner. He liked bondage and discipline, and he liked submissiveness, though he didn’t consider himself a part of that whole BDSM lifestyle. Most importantly, Jackson liked to share. For him, there was nothing more arousing then watching a woman take a thick cock down her throat while he fucked her. Oh yeah, Jackson had plans for Andy.
    Andy felt the pressure of his fingers clamped on her hips and vaguely wondered if she would have bruises. At the moment she just didn’t care. Jackson Williams was fucking her just like she needed him to – hard and fast. It was delicious to feel his engorged cock riding her channel, to feel the slight sheen of perspiration coating her. The heady, musky scent of sex that filled the air around them both was intoxicating. The hard grip of his hands, the harsh rasp of his breath interspersed with grunts and groans took her breath away. She needed this. God, how she needed this. Her orgasm was so close, and when it exploded she felt like she might pass out from the pleasure.
    “Yes, Jackson, yes please,” Andy screamed her hands clawing for purchase on the edge of the table. “Fuck me! God yes! Fuck me so good!”
     
    Jackson released his grip on one hip and wetting his finger in his mouth rimmed her anus again before thrusting it inside the pink pucker. One finger became two, and Andy screamed and convulsed beneath him, her pussy like a clamp around his cock as she cried out her pleasure. Jackson held out as long as he could before flooding the condom with his own release. He felt a savage need to rip the thin sheath from his pulsing sex and brand her with his seed. He had never engaged in unprotected sex but something about Andy called to him, made him want to do more than fuck her. She made him want to claim her and fill her with his seed. He wanted to brand her so no other would infringe on what was his.
    Fuck! Jackson thought. Where the hell had that come from? He wasn’t a relationship kind of guy. He was a “Hey baby, let’s fuck and have a good time” kind of guy. He pulled his cock from Andy’s snug cunt, fighting himself and the unsettling emotions that were rolling through him. He disposed of the condom, tucked and zipped, and still Andy remained bent over the table gasping for breath. He could see the slick juices on her pussy and thighs and wanted nothing more than to bury his face there and lick her clean. When his cock perked up at just that thought Jackson panicked. No way should he be ready to go again after just experiencing the best fuck of his life. Shit, he had to get the hell out of here, away from her and whatever spell she was weaving over him.
    He looked at her once more and shook his head vigorously back and forth, denying what he felt compelled to do. “Thanks for the fuck, baby,” he murmured, reaching for the door and unlocking and pulling it open. He gulped the fresh air like he was dying and stepped out into the cool night air. “I hope we can do this again while you’re home, Andy,” he added and pulled the door shut behind him. He felt a compulsion to run to his truck but kept his pace even, if a little fast. He wanted to go back in and cuddle, for Christ’s sake. What the hell was the matter with him?
     
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    What the hell was that all about? Andy wondered as she listened to the squeal of tires as Jackson left. Everything was great one minute, then it was like he couldn’t get away fast enough. Men! she thought with disgust as she kicked her feet, ridding herself completely of her jeans and thong. She scooped them up and headed down the hall to the bedroom she was using. She’d take a quick shower and maybe spend a little time writing before getting some sleep.
     
    The phone rang as she was heading down the hall, so Andy backtracked the few feet and answered the portable in the kitchen.
    “Hello,” she