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bra and tossed it
aside. Rolled down the sinfully thin bit of fabric that was my thong and kicked
it to the floor. I scooted up the bed and rested my head on the pillow.
Anticipation was making my skin tingle and my breaths come fast.
    He swept his tongue over his
bottom lip and stepped out of his trousers. “Spread your legs, woman.”
    I raised my eyebrows. God, I
loved that demanding, sergeant major tone of his. It went straight to my core
and stimulated something very deep and primitive inside me. I couldn’t help but
obey.
    I parted my legs, slowly, letting
my heels skim over the satin sheet and feeling cool air wash over my damp
pussy.
    He kept his attention on the
juncture of my thighs as he calmly released the buttons on his dress shirt. His
pulse was pushing at the skin on his neck, beating to a fast tempo and giving
away the extent of his arousal despite his controlled appearance.
    “Fuck, how did I get so
lucky?” he muttered, quietly, almost to himself.
    “I feel the same.” I smiled
and cupped my breasts, trapped my nipples between my fingers and tugged them.
    He discarded his shirt, then
shoved at his boxers. His cock sprang forward, erect and the flesh a few shades
darker than that on the rest of his body.
    My mouth watered; it was like
a Pavlov reaction. I hoped he’d want oral. I adored having his cock in my
mouth.
    “You want this?” he asked,
wrapping his hand around his shaft and moving to the end of the bed.
    “Yes. All of it. All of you.”
    He gave me a wicked smile.
“Good, ’cause you’re going to get it.” He crawled between my legs, his body
low, and settled his face over my pussy. He pulled in a deep breath, his eyes
fluttering shut for a moment. “Fuck, you smell so ready for it.”
    “I am.” I reached for his head
and bucked my hips so my pussy met his mouth.
    He set straight to work,
slipping his tongue through my folds and finding my clit. He spun a circle over
it with firm pressure.
    “Ahh, yeah…” I gasped,
shutting my eyes. “That’s it.”
    He searched out my entrance
and pushed one long finger into me.
    I clenched around him. I was
wet and hot, needy for something to fill me.
    He pushed another finger in,
upped the force on my clit.
    My stomach muscles tightened.
A delicious throbbing of want, the spark of what would be a climax, came to
life in my pelvis. “Yes…yes…” I said, scooping him closer by wrapping my legs around
his shoulders. I had him trapped against my pussy.
    “So greedy,” he murmured, his
breaths hot over my flesh.
    “Greedy for you.” I sank onto
the invasion. “More, give me more.”
    He shifted, his big body
easily removing my legs from his shoulders, and sat back on folded legs, his
fingers still lodged inside me. “More?”
    “Yes…” I drew up my knees,
utterly wanton now.
    “Mmm,” he said, raising his
eyebrows. “Maybe more means here.” With his free hand he skimmed his fingers
over my anus.
    “Fuck.” I gasped.
    “You want fucking here?” He
pushed knuckle deep into my pussy and at the same time exerted steady pressure
over the center of my pucker.
    “No, yes…” I tossed my head
from side to side.
    “Which is it?”
    “I don’t know. Do what you
need to.” God, I wanted it all. My clit was humming. I reached down and stroked
it to keep the climax building.
    “Of course you know what you
want. Tell me.”
    “Come, I want to come.”
    “With me in your pussy or your
ass, babe?” He gently slipped the tip of his finger through my sphincter.
    “I…” Fuck, I couldn’t answer
questions at this moment in time. That dark invasion, it was so erotic,
forbidden but delicious. I craved it.
    He eased in a little more.
    Oh God. Both holes. Fantasy
land.
    I groaned and sped up my
ministrations on my clit.
    “You want both. Say it.” His
voice held a note of excitement, less calm than it had been. “You want to get
fucked in both holes at the same time, don’t you.” He paused, then chuckled.
“Dirty girl. I