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very hard. She locked her elbows and waited for his next move.
     
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    God, she was perfect. Liam reached forward to find her clit, still hiding under its hood. Shit, she climaxed simply from his invasion. Granted, it wasn’t a big orgasm, but if he let her ride the high, pushed her…he might have to carry her into the auditorium.
    He pressed against the nub, drawing a low moan from her throat. Her passage still clasped him tight in its heat. He began to build the rhythm, slow and steady. With each quiver and eager response to his demands, she just drew him in deeper. Could he unlock that place most women kept safe?
    Her ass moved with each thrust. Wide, soft hips supported his tight grip. Her breasts swayed…he could spend an entire night sucking on those nipples. Already their red color called to him. Would she like clamps? Yes….
    Liam picked up the pace, seating himself deeper each time.
    “Ah.” Her cry hammered at him.
    He came at her harder.
    “Ooh.” A little louder.
    His finger slipped over her now firm clit, wresting another cry, something low and guttural. Each utterance sucked him in deeper. His balls began to tighten, as did the skin across his scalp. She began to relax, her head hung low, the sway of her long curls matched his momentum. Acceptance, even around his cock, she opened permitting his continual assault. She would be able to ride this plateau of sensation for an extended period, but that was not what he wanted.
    Complete loss of control. She could suppress her reactions so well, seated primly in a dining room, surrounded by strangers…she swallowed those cries of pleasure, even while she gave him so much. But he wanted it all.
    So many of the women he dated in the past tried to figure out how they could use his good looks and money. Never had one of them offered up her passion, her self , sharing that part that permitted him a glimpse into her soul.
    Bernie’s eyes, half-lidded, lost in sensation, looked back at him. The plea reflected in their depths. Take me where I never dared to go.
    He would if only she would allow it.
    Hungry to find the summit of her surrender, he maintained his pace, reached for the lube and squirted some on the tight rose of her ass. Bernie roused enough from her happy place to raise an eyebrow at him in the mirror.
    He pressed his pinky against the tight opening. “Miss Bernie, press back.”
    Eyes closed tight, thoughts flew across her face, but it took only seconds for the arousal to urge her to follow his direction. As he pressed forward, a pucker of discomfort tightened her features.
    “That’s it, sweetheart, press back some more. How does it feel?”
    She opened her eyes, and he was lost.
    Fire danced in their depths, the discomfort raising her arousal to the next level. He moved in and out, widening the entrance as he worked her. She lifted her hips to him. Each motion wrapped her more firmly around his cock and his finger. His eyes crossed.
    He added a second finger to her asshole. She whined, high and hungry. And he picked up the pace.
    She reached out and grabbed onto a faucet, her knuckles white with the pressure. He kept hammering at her. The rush of victory flooded his veins. She shook her head, biting back cry after cry.
    Wild. Abandoned. Beautiful.
     
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    Nerves never before ignited kept Bernie rocketing higher and higher. He pressed so deep in her sopping pussy, each swing of his balls tickled her clit. A rage of sensation tightened her throat, her belly, her knees. Her breasts burned with neglect. And her butt…she couldn’t stop it. Her entire body shook. He held her close, impaled her upon his cock, pulled her closer to him by invading her ass, which no man had ever touched. Hot breath seared her neck. Sweat poured over her body.
    She held onto something hard, metal, cold —the shock prevented her from disappearing into the white void that beckoned.
    “Oh, my wild beauty, come for me. Come for me.”
    The cry of joy ripped