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“You sure?”

“Yes. Please.” The last word comes out as an extended hiss.

He makes a throaty sound and pushes me over onto my back. He drags up my top so he can get his mouth on one of my breasts. I gasp as he tugs with his lips at the nipple.

It’s dead silent and very dark. I can’t see him above me, but it doesn’t seem to matter. He gives my breasts some rough attention and yanks my panties down all the way.

Then he slides two fingers inside me and fucks me with them, lowering his mouth back to my breast. The dual sensations tug on the same cord deep at my core. I whimper and gasp and try to ride his hand as an orgasm builds quickly.

It breaks before I’m prepared for it, and I make a loud sobbing sound that cuts through the silence.

He keeps pumping as my inner muscles contract around his fingers. He rubs his face against mine, muttering, “Good girl. So good. Come for me just like that.”

He pants hotly against my neck and shoulder as my body slowly relaxes. His fingers are still curled inside me.

When I’m completely still and my breathing has evened out, he kisses my shoulder. Then the side of my jaw. Then the corner of my mouth. “You want more, princess?”

“Yeah.” I’m strangely embarrassed by the admission. I had a terrible afternoon. I shouldn’t be wanting sex like this right now. But my pussy tightens around his fingers as I speak, and I know he’ll be able to feel it.

“Tell me again.”

“I want more.” Once again, my pussy clamps down around his fingers in excitement as I admit the truth.

He shifts positions and his fingers slide out.

I whimper. “Please.”

“Part your legs more for me. And hold on to your knees.”

The words are matter-of-fact directions rather than sexy talk, and in a different context I’d be annoyed by his bossiness. But I do what he says, arousal throbbing intensely. I don’t know why I like the way he tells me what to do in bed, and I don’t know why I instinctively obey. But I do.

He must be able to see in the dark a little better than me because he knows when I’m holding my legs so my knees are drawn in toward my shoulders. I’m not sure I like the position. It leaves me exposed. Undignified. Helpless.

I’m wondering if I want to change positions when he moves so he’s hovering over me. I can feel him more than see him. Then he slides his fingers inside me. It’s got to be three this time. It’s tighter. Fuller. I make a silly, extended groan as he penetrates me.

“How’s that?” he asks soft and gruff.

“G-good.”

“Tell me the truth.”

“I like it!” I arch my neck deeply, my eyes closed and my mouth falling open with another long, shameless moan. My position is rather uncomfortable. I have no idea why it’s making me so hot.

“Good. Hold yourself just like that. Don’t try to force it this time.”

I whine wordlessly and toss my head as he starts to fuck me again with his hand. This time it’s tighter. Harder. Rougher. It makes a wet slapping sound. It feels so good it aches.

Because he’s not working my breasts at the same time, the climax takes longer. My clit and nipples throb. My hands tremble as they clutch at my shins. One of his hands is holding my bottom, almost lifting me off the bed as he pumps hard and fast with the other one.

If I could move my hips or rub my clit, I could get there sooner, but I can’t do either thing. I huff and toss my head and dig my fingernails into my own skin as I try to take what he’s giving me. After a while, my huffs turn into more of those sobbing sounds. They get louder and louder as I climb toward climax.

Without warning, his hand stops. “Am I hurting you?”

“No! No, please. Don’t stop. I need it.” My cheeks are blazing hot, and a few tears stream out of my eyes. “I want it to feel like this.”

I’m telling him the naked truth, and he must believe me. He fucks me again with his hand, pushing hard against my g-spot until the orgasm finally breaks.

I shake and cry and gasp through the spasms of pleasure, and they keep coming longer than I know to expect. Finally the contractions slow down and then dissipate. I’m panting hoarsely, occasionally making a little moan. I’m wet all over from sweat and even wetter between my legs. I can feel moisture on the sheet beneath me.

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