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accomplished. This was all about extending the enjoyment, not accomplishing a goal. Slut! Slut, slut, slut! The word ran through her head, but it didn’t bring the shame or the embarrassment but instead more of the wonderful whorish and dirty feelings—the excitement without the humiliation.
    The feel of him inside of her was amazing, and she felt his thrusts, really felt them. He wasn’t just slamming into her with abandon but was deliberately pushing and pulling, and she could feel his length as he moved, felt it with clarity she hadn’t expected. With the urgency and the speed of their first hours together fading, the intensity seemed to increase exponentially. His cock pushed into her as though it were nine feet long, an extended length of sensation that seemed to last forever with every stroke. She gulped and felt her nipples brushing against the arm of the chair, felt electric sensations with it. He wasn’t gentle. He was just moving slowly and deliberately. In fact, his hands held onto her hips firmly and if she weren’t distracted by the feel of him inside of her, the sound of his entry, and the way her entire body seemed to light up with heat as he moved; she might have felt a bit of discomfort at the strength of his grip.
    It was strange actually. He went about the fucking of her as though he were handling a policy analysis, a methodic and exploratory unveiling of every detail, and as she moaned and felt her breath coming short, she found herself desperate for more speed, for harder thrusts. It was maddening. The sensations were so powerful and yet they left her so wanting. His movement inside of her was so measured, so deliberate. God! He tried to push back against him, but he held her hips firmly and completely controlled the movements. It was wonderful and terrible and incredible and rotten all at once. She felt teased, that was it. She felt like Brandon was engaging in a long and torturous bout of foreplay, bringing her right to the edge but keeping her there, building anticipation so strongly that all of her body cried out for it, begged for the next step.
    “Come on! Come on, Baby! Fuck me now! Fuck me hard! Come on, Baby.” Brandon chuckled, and she felt a hot well of anger bubble up. Damn him! He knew exactly what he was doing to her, and he loved the way it tormented her.
    “Sorry, Love,” his voice was still amused, “You told me to come do whatever I wanted to you. I’m doing it.”
    She made a noise that was something between a moan and a pitiful cry. It was torture. Already, she felt like just a bit of force, the tiniest increase in strength with the penetration would drive her over the edge, and she could tell the orgasm would be astounding, perhaps the biggest she’d ever had. “Please! Please Brandon…” She fell silent and bit her lip. She’d never begged before. She never begged for anything, and certainly hadn’t ever begged a man for something sexual. It was such a terribly shameful and slutty thing to do, but she breathed out the words. “Please fuck me hard, Baby. I want you to use me. I want you to wreck me. Please, Honey. Please. I need it. Please.”
    She wondered if the slang was the same, if wreck me meant what it meant back in the states. It worked, though. She felt him slamming into her harder, heard the wet sounds of the thrusts. She felt her orgasm beginning to bloom and she opened her mouth to cry out when she suddenly became empty. She whimpered and turned to look at him. He still held her hips tightly, but his cock was out of her, and she desperately wanted it back inside. “Oh, God, Brandon! Please!”
    “Did you mean it?” He had a curious look on his face, a strange combination of his usual knowing (almost tolerant) look, the mild arrogance she admitted to herself was yes sexy as hell as she stared back over her ass to see him.
    “Yes! Please! I need it!”
    “Not that, Jamie.” His hands moved a bit lower and he squeezed her ass. The touch was electric.