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she’d had in the month since they’d had Margot between them. They didn’t even need the addition of another body—she and Ethan were thriving on fantasy.
    She continued her whispered litany in his ear. “You wanted to hold his thick cock in your hand and draw it to your lips.” 15

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    He turned his mouth against hers. His words vibrated her lips.
    “Stop, Margot. I’m gonna blow, but I don’t want to. Not yet. I’ve gotta sink into your hot pussy and feel it throb around me.” She made a soft mewl of need, but kept up her torment, running one manicured fingernail down his pec until she found the raised ridge of his nipple. She circled it with tantalizing slowness. “What about these? You wanted Todd to lick them, to pinch them.”
    “Stop.” His command thrilled her. His harsh tone was a sure indication of his need. He stopped walking suddenly and dropped her gently to her feet while he fumbled for the car keys. With the click of a button, they were hurling themselves into the backseat.
    He stretched her beneath him, manipulating her body easily in his strong arms. He yanked the neckline of her dress down, and her breasts spilled over the top. They were smaller than Margot’s, but sensitive. Both Margot and Ethan loved sucking on them for hours, lapping at them with lazy strokes of their tongues, and then sharing deep, passionate kisses.
    She lifted her hips against Ethan’s hardness, begging for him to spread her thighs and drive into her. Between their frantic kisses, her hot words burst from her. “Tell me what you wanted to do with that dancer, baby. Did you want him to suck your cock?” He stabbed his tongue into the depths of her mouth with violent demand. He grasped her hips with steely fingers and yanked her pussy against the bulging front of his jeans. “I wanted that, yes. I can’t believe I’m telling you.”
    “Why? I was completely open with you about Margot.” At the mention of her name, he moaned. With practiced ease, she popped the button of his jeans and slid down the zipper. His hard length practically jumped into her hand. She stroked it through the cotton of his boxer briefs and raised another groan from him.
    “If you got a chance to be with another man, you’d go for it, wouldn’t you?”
    He sank his teeth into her nipple, tearing a soft cry from her. A flood of juices squeezed from her aching pussy. “If you wanted me to, yes.”
    “What about what you want, baby?”
    He lifted his head and pierced her in his gaze. Through the black-ness of the car, she saw his eyes glimmer with excitement. “I want it.
    But not just any man. Something like we have with Margot. A deeper connection. A partner.”
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    With that, he nudged his jeans and boxers down his hips, slid her dress up, and speared her with one solid thrust and rooted himself fully inside her. White heat seared her as he stretched the silken walls of her cavern. The velvety steel of his cock stroked her deep, the head pressing the spot where she most needed as he withdrew almost to the tip.
    He stared into her eyes. “I love you for understanding me, baby.
    God, you are so fucking hot and tight.”
    “Move, Ethan. Make me come.” She sank her nails into his back, through the fabric of his shirt as she captured his mouth.
    Their tongues moved in frenzied need as he thrust into her. The scents of their lovemaking filled the back of the car, and the leather beneath her bare flesh warmed. She wrapped an ankle around his hip and clung to him as he drove into her again and again. Blazing heat centered in her core, and she started to contract around his throbbing cock. His balls slapped her with every thrust.
    “Think of him sinking into you, Ethan. Sliding his cock into your—”
    They ruptured together in a blinding haze of bliss. Her pussy clamped down hard on his shaft, milking the spurts from him. He roared in ecstasy, head thrown back, jaw tense, cords standing out on his neck as he