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quite as satisfying as being the cause of a good girl turning bad.
     
     
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    This is wrong, wrong, wrong!
    Reese’s inner good girl screamed at her.  What was she thinking?  She was there to hide out, maybe even to rob the man, but definitely not to fuck him.  So how on earth did she end up naked and in his pool with his long firm fingers working her into a frenzy?  If he did this for another second she would climax and that would be unfortunate because she could feel his hard cock pressing against her ass, practically begging for her warmth and she wanted nothing more than to oblige.
    Hence, her spread legs, her arched back and insatiable tongue that held the promise of many more suckings to come.
    “Fuck me,” she said.
    DeMarco didn’t need to be told twice.  He untangled her legs and turned her around in the pool.
    “I want to look in your eyes and watch you come.”
    Reese didn’t respond—couldn’t.  Her breath was coming in huge gulps as she positioned herself just so.
    “Oh . . .” she said as she felt him slide his into her. 
    “Are you okay?” he asked.
    She nodded 
    He smiled.  It was a nice smile.  “Tell me if it hurts.”
    “Shit!” She said when she realized that he’d only inserted the rim of himself in her.  There was more.  Oh, yes.  There was so very much more.
    And then she felt the base of him as he moved inside her.  They were back near the wall and she leaned back, lifted her hips while DeMarco wrapped his hands around her waist and rocked inside her, a steady rhythm that sent shockwaves through her.
    He tossed water onto her breasts, then pushed her breasts together and sucked her nipples dry.
    Reese had never been with a man so well-endowed.  And even if she had, she didn’t think he would have fucked her like DeMarco Diamond.  He stretched her body to unexplored limits.  His eyes never left her own, so eager was he to watch her as she came, which felt like it would happen at any second.  Each intense thrust felt like a stamp on her body.  She felt as though he was claiming her, branding her as his. 
    But Reese couldn’t let a man control her so easily.  So she clenched her body tight and fought like hell to resist the urge to let herself succumb to an orgasm.  She would make DeMarco work for it, and even then, he wouldn’t walk away with anything more than the satisfaction of knowing he gave her a good, hard fuck.
     
     
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    DeMarco felt Reese’s body tighten.
    And what is this?  Fear?  Resistance?  A dare.
    DeMarco slowed his movements.  So this was how Reese was going to play it, huh?  She was going to act as though she was a challenge for him.  Good.  DeMarco liked challenges and it had been so very long since he’d had one in his life. 
    “You’re a beautiful woman, Reese Worthington,” he said.  A smile played at her lips.   Nothing like a compliment to make a woman go all gooey inside.  DeMarco reached up to free her hair from that old-fashioned pin-up job she had going on.  Reese nudged her head to the side.
    “No,” she said.
    “I can’t see you with your hair down?” he asked.  She shook her head.  “I admire your commitment, however misplaced it might be.”
    “I should go,” she said.  She wriggled her hips in an attempt to get away from him.
    “You haven’t come.”
    “I never do,” she said and pushed on his chest.  “I’m incapable of having an orgasm.
    “Like hell,” DeMarco said.  “Wrap your legs tighter against me.”
    “I think I should go.”
    DeMarco gave her one quick thrust.
    “Oh!” she exclaimed.  Obediently, Reese did as she was told and wrapped her legs around him.
    “Tighter,” he commanded.
    When he felt she was secure, he stepped away from the edge until they were in the middle of the pool.  He had an inexplicable desire to be her only lifeline.  DeMarco lifted himself in the water, allowing their entwined bodies to float.  He eased deeper into her and was more than a little