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work the day before.
Quiet, he told me, his voice harsh. My control is hanging on by a thread, but you re just too chafed. I
rode you too hard that first night, and that morning. Fuck, I can t believe I did all of that to a virgin. I feel
like a bastard, looking at all of that injured pink flesh. His fingers were still gently touching my petals as
he examined my sex. But I still want to fuck you so badly I can t see straight.
I wriggled against his fingers. Just fuck me, then. Please.
He slapped the side of my butt, hard.
Don t. He looked at me with troubled, beautiful eyes. I m going to need to be more careful with
you. I didn t realize you could take so much without protesting, so I just kept going. Fuck. I shouldn t
have taken you after that first time, but I ll remember that night for as long as I live. It was so perfect.
His words were bringing me to a fevered pitch. I stroked my breasts as he ranted. He gave me a hard
look. Hard, but hot.
Well, we ll have to do something about this. A wandering finger found my backside. I stiffened
instinctively. He chuckled, withdrawing. Not that.
Without another word, he buried his face between my legs with a purpose. He had me gasping out his
name with an orgasm in less than a minute. He crawled up my body to kiss me wetly. I ran my hands
everywhere I could touch.
I love your body. I never get to touch you enough. I want to, I murmured into his mouth as he pulled
back.
He fell back into a sprawl almost instantly, accommodating my whim. He folded his tan muscular arms
behind his head, smiling. He was definitely all tender lover this morning, only glimpses of the dominant
in him showing.
Have at it, Love.
I didn t hesitate, using both of my hands to stroke his chiseled abs. Those starkly ridged abs made Brad
Pitt in his prime look sub-par.
I kissed his abs as my hands moved higher, licking. He sucked in a breath. I moved up to his chest. His
small nipples drove me wild, a shade of brown darker than his perfect skin. I stroked and licked up to his
neck. Everything about him was just so long. His arms, his legs, his torso.
My gaze traveled south, to his quivering arousal. It was long too, and so hard and thick. I wanted to
taste it the most, but knew my exploration would be over if I so much as touched it.
I went back to his neck, moving down to the defined line between his pecks. I nuzzled there, lingering.
I loved this spot, felt almost comforted when I buried my face there. I let myself linger there for long
minutes. Reluctantly, I moved away.
I sucked at a nipple, biting down lightly. When he didn t protest, I bit harder, then sucked hard.
He moaned. My hands kneaded at his arms as I went back and forth between his nipples. He was so
hard, but his skin was unbelievably smooth. I was getting so turned on that I kissed a path directly to his
cock. I d lost the control to stay away.
I cupped his scrotum, putting wet lips on his tip as I shifted for a better angle. He grabbed my thighs,
moving me until I straddled his face. I was shocked when his tongue started licking me from that angle.
His hand moved to the back of my head, pushing my surprised mouth back to his erection.
He spoke against me, his voice a low, vibrating rumble. I shuddered at the feel of it, and at his words.
Don t orgasm until I say. I want us to come at the same time like this.
I didn t answer, couldn t, as I sucked him into my mouth hungrily. The more he licked and nuzzled at
me, the more furiously I sucked at him. I stroked his shaft hard with both hands, as he d shown me, taking
as much of him into my mouth as I could.
I came up for air once, breathing on his deep red tip when he sucked on my clitoris. His cock surged up
at me furiously, and I took him back into my mouth.
Come, Bianca. He breathed the words into my core.
I did come then, sucking him hard, my lips pulled over my teeth. He poured into my mouth at the same
moment, and I swallowed as shudders wracked through me.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Mr. Bossy
He turned me onto my stomach. His fingers brushed lightly over my thighs and ass as he studied me.
This healed well. Your skin loves a good spanking. A hand wandered between my legs, stroking,
whisper soft. You d be in good shape if I hadn t been so rough. The ways I fucked you, on your first
time& I can t stop thinking about it, but I still can t believe I didn t have more self-control.
I closed my eyes, just enjoying his touch. I loved it. I wouldn t have wanted it any other way.
He stroked my hair at that.
That s because you were made for me. But I still need to give you a few days to recover now, and
that s regrettable. He suddenly slapped my ass.
Get dressed, Buttercup, he told me, moving to the overnight bag he d left by my bedroom door.
He dug into it, pulling out boxer briefs, then moved into my closet. I hadn t realized he had clothing
hanging in there. And much more than a night s worth, which I found curious. Maybe he just liked to have
his pick of clothes, I mused.
He moved from his clothing to my own, grabbing a white sundress with sunflowers on it. He handed it
to me. Wear that, he told me. I didn t protest. It was comfortable enough. I grabbed a bra and some
panties out of my dresser. He followed me there, digging through the drawer without asking. Nice, he
said. I ordered you a few dozen more pairs. The last line of defense between me and your pussy is
bound to take some casualties.
I laughed at the visual. Strange, controlling, funny man, I thought.
I went into my bathroom to get dressed. James was too distracting.
After I d changed, I texted Stephan that we were almost ready, and that I d come knock on his door when
it was time.
Stephan always looked like a model, but he never needed more than ten minutes to get ready. I found it
both convenient and infuriating, depending on the time of the month.
I sat down at my vanity and used the blow-dryer for about a minute on my hair. I would let it air dry the
rest of the way. It would be pin straight when it dried, so I wouldn t worry about it. I put on just a touch
of makeup.
James had dressed quickly, and sat on my bed, watching me, his hair damp. He wore a pair of navy
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