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while he explored every inch of her clit and folds with his lips and long tongue.
    Still able to think, she caught the clip holding his hair and pulled it free, tossing it across the room. The heavy braid fell over his shoulder, and she quickly worked the braid loose, wrapping the black silk around her hand. She tried to hold back, but he had hit the fuse several times, and she had to be fucked or orgasm on her own. “Sham, now and hard.”
    Her wish was granted. His weight sent her into orbit, but bliss came when he entered her slick opening. She gasped with surprise and delight as he stretched her to fill her with his hot length, his mouth stealing her breath as he stroked in and out like a stallion breeding his mare. He fucked her slow and fast, pulling away until she clawed his back and crashing back into her until she saw red stars behind her eyes. The ridges of his cock scraped her clit and inside her pussy until she gave into the burst of fiery release. She clung to him for her life and couldn’t let go until he shuddered and groaned in his climax.
    Staring up at the pastel flowers on the vaulted ceiling, Carol thought about what had happened in the past few hours.
    You’re crazy, girl. Wanting two men who obviously already have a life together that doesn’t need a woman to mess it up .
    She rolled to her side and chewed her lip.
    This wasn’t what she wanted. The time had come to move on.

Chapter Five

    Carol closed her eyes and savored the mimosa Sham had brought her to enjoy in bed. What more could she ask for? A fantastic fuck and a man equally awesome afterward. He settled in beside her, quiet, but not in a nerve-wracking way. He was a calming wave after the storm she had just been through.
    “So, tell me about the things in your cock.” She saw no reason to be subtle or coy.
    “Do you like them?” His smile was teasing, and she liked his way, liked everything about him.
    “I’ll just say I came three times just thinking about them.” He took her empty glass to set it on the nightstand. “Tell me about you, and don’t skip around this time by changing the subject.” She snuggled close to his warm frame and waited.
    “It’s called pearling, something to give my partners maximum pleasure.” He took her hand to press it to his dick. “I had this done when I was a lot younger. As you can see, there are four exposed beads around the head and six just under the skin on the shaft. They rise up just enough to touch a lover’s sensitive spots.”
    She gazed at his unusual cock with a smile playing over her lips. “You have more than enough to please. What’s the real reason?”
    He draped his arm across her shoulders, his eyes shuttered as if he had difficulty finding the right words. “In Ceylon, in the old circle of society, it is expected for a young man of fifteen to take a wife. I was fifteen and a half when they arranged a marriage for me.” He paused to rub his forehead in obvious distress.
    Carol sensed the subject was painful for him. “Did something tragic happen?”
    He laughed softly. “You see, my parents thought it was the only way to cure me of my strange ways. I am Shamod, the only son of wealthy tea plantation owners. My reputation had to be spotless.”
    Having known him for only a short span of time, Carol couldn’t imagine him shaming anyone. “Parents expect a lot. And they get testy when we disappoint them.” Her hand rested on his thigh.
    He took her hand and examined her fingers as he spoke. “I committed the unpardonable. I see them clear as day, my parents’ horrified expressions upon catching me and a young field worker, enjoying each other’s bodies.” Sham grimaced. “For months, they ostracized me, finally hitting upon the idea of marriage. I was a shameful thing that had to be hidden.”
    Her heart broke for him. Carol longed to ease his pain. “How did it end?”
    For a moment, he appeared to have forgotten the subject, his sultry attention on her nipples.