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stretching her ache and infusing her pussy with wanton desire. His thumb pressed over her clit, and ecstasy pulsed in her core.
    “I’m going to come,” she said.
    “No, you won’t,” he replied, pushing a third finger into her channel and stretching her beyond her imagined fantasy. “You will let it build. You will not come until I say you can.” He strummed her clit, teasing her control and testing her strength. “You still have your panties on. My woman comes without panties, sweetheart.”
    Her heart hammered in her chest. How was she supposed to ignore the magic of his fingers when he said such things to her?
    With his free hand, he rolled a nipple and pinched the peak. Pain jolted through her being, causing her to push down on his other hand and ride his fingers as he continued to roll and pinch her nipple. The pain morphed into pleasure.
    “Oh,” she breathed, her body moving of its own accord. “I so needed to be fucked. But I never thought a finger fuck could be so good.”
    In an effortless move, he took all her weight and swept her into his hold, pulling off her panties and returning her to the edge of the table. Pushing her knees apart, he revealed her swollen sex, and a guttural groan rose from his throat.
    “Beautiful,” he said, spreading her folds with one hand and slowly running the index finger on his other hand from the top of her clit, along her cunt, into her channel, out, and up again. He repeated the gesture till he had pumped each finger into her alone, in doubles, then triples.
    “You’re so wet. So responsive,” he announced, sliding his middle finger home. He removed it and sucked it into his mouth. “Delicious.”
    Moisture pooled in her core, and her legs trembled as he lowered his head and covered her pussy with his mouth, lapping at her cream and filling her ache with alternating fingers and tongue. Manually shackling her ankles, he held her feet flat on the table, and she lifted her hips off the wood. He licked, sucked, and fucked her, until she fought to breathe.
    “Not yet,” he warned, releasing an ankle and fitting his pinky against the soft rim of her ass. “If you come without permission, I will have to spank you for your disobedience.”
    Spank?
    Her orgasm shattered at the mere thought of him spanking her ass. Prisms of color danced in her sight. The air dissipated, and she thought she’d pass out from the bliss that exploded within her. He pushed his pinky into her anus. The sting of pain brought her back to a state of extreme awareness, yet her cunt clamped on his fingers with the renewed force of another, stronger orgasm.
    “Your ass is mine,” he said. His tongue circled her clit, encouraging her higher. “Pink and swollen, and all mine.”
    “Yes, yes,” she agreed. “Please…”
    Begging, she moved her hips, searching for his mouth. After what seemed like endless writhing, he obliged and finally replaced his fingers with his tongue. She climaxed a third time, her body tingling with the release, and her hips rising to take more.
    Somewhere between her orgasms, his pants had vanished. Large and ready, his naked cock pushed at her. His erection glided between her folds, but did not enter her. The hot, smooth head pushed at her sensitized clit and she whimpered.
    “Please…” she panted.
    With a warning glint in his eyes, he ignored her entreaty.
    She whined in frustration, trying to reach for his balls, only to find her hands suddenly trapped above her head.
    “I say when,” he repeated, flexing his hips and dipping his dick in her juices. “I fuck you, sweetheart. You don’t fuck me—not unless I say you do.”
    Hottie lifted her off the table, secured her legs around his waist, and lowered her onto his erection, a slow and torturous inch at a time. Long and thick, he stretched her, waited for her to adjust to his cock, then pushed a little further while pulling her lower.
    She tried to move, to take him in and out, but he held her in place,