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"One hundred,” she said when Malcolm thrust into her the verynexttime.
"Now she remembers,” he said, stillsmiling.
He thrust again, harder, and she contracted insidepainfully.
"Ninety-nine.”
Malcolm pumped his hips again. These were vicious, sharp thrusts, as punishing as they were pleasurable. She could barely recognize her own voice as she counted them. Ninety-eight, ninety-seven…
"By the way, darling, if you come before one hundred, you’ll see a side of me you won’t likeverymuch.”
Ninety-one.Ninety.
The counting kept her from climaxing. She couldn’t do both at the same time. The pressure built. The muscles all along the backs of her thighs were so taut she thought they’d snap any moment. And still she lifted her hips into each thrust, not merely receiving his prick but grasping for it with her sex, taking it as ittookher.
Eighty-one.Eighty.
To make it even more miserable, Malcolm continued fondling her breasts, pinching her nipples with each number she called out. Her breasts were so swollen from his attentions, they felt twice theirnormalsize.
Seventy-one.Seventy.
She would have given anything to have her ankles free so she could move her legs. She wanted to spread more for him so he could pound her right into the base of her stomach. The very thought of it made her inner musclestwitch.
Sixty-one.Sixty.
Her throat hurt from breathing so hard. She could still taste the salt of his sperm in hermouth.
Fifty-one.Fifty.
Mona pulled on the bonds that held her wrists fast to the bed, anything to relieve some of the excruciating tension in her body. But nothing helped. She was wound tighter than aclock.
Forty-one.Forty.
Malcolm was fucking her harder now. She knew he had to be as desperate to come as she was. Her breasts bounced as he pumped intohercunt.
Thirty-one.Thirty.
He slapped her breasts lightly, reigniting the red pain of the welts. A sound briefly interrupted the counting, part scream andpartsob.
Twenty-one.Twenty.
She couldn’t take anymore. It was too much. Her head swam and her eyes saw nothing even when open. Her sex throbbed and she could barely speak or breatheormove.
Eleven.Ten.
At last he gave her the thrusts she needed. Full body thrusts. The soft linen of his shirt grazed her nipples. The stiff shaft grazed her painfully swollen clitoris. She didn’t speak the numbers anymore, she gasped them. The bed rocked underneath her and Malcolm was all over her, sucking her and licking her and biting her and fucking and fucking andfuckingher.
Two.
One.
The dam burst inside her. With a cry that surely someone heard out on the streets, she came at last, heels dug into the mattress, hips off the bed, and her sex clenching and clutching wildly all around Malcolm’s cock. He was coming into her, spurts and spurts of semen glazing her inner walls. Her entire body shuddered and spasmed as she was overwhelmed with the paroxysms of her climax. It went on forever, forever, and even longer thanforever…
Then itwasdone.
Malcolm lay atop her, barely moving, though she felt a few last gasps of fluid spurting inside her. She was spent. She had never been more spent. He’d taken everything out of her. She had nothing left—no mind, no will, noenergy.
"Was that enough for you?” Malcolm asked as he nuzzled her ear, kissedherneck.
