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    Quinn relaxed when she heard the ripping of a foil packet, and the fleeting question of why he would have condoms in his kitchen left her when the tip of his cock pressed against her entrance.
    He rubbed the bulbous head back and forth, over her clit, up to her anus, making her wetter, slicker, more desperate for him to be inside her.
    She was ready to scream in frustration when she felt him push her thighs wider with his own, nudge his cock between her lips, grasp her ass cheeks with his large hands, and spread her wide.
    “Are you ready for me?”
    Quinn had her forehead pressed against the tabletop, and she rocked it back and forth in a nod.
    His fingers dug deeper into her ass cheeks. “I can't hear you.”
    She let out a shuddered breath. “Yes.”
    “Yes?” The crown of his cock bumped against her pussy, not quite entering her. But so close…
    “Yes, I'm ready.”
    “Dare me to fuck you.”
    She didn't respond. She couldn't. She'd never demanded anything during sex before. Ever.
    He slid his cock in only an inch. His head was wide, and it stretched her. He was barely in her, and she felt her orgasm already starting to build.
    She tried to grind back against him, to drive him home deep within her, but he restrained her hips in his grasp.
    A shiver ran down her spine when he barked, “Do it!”
    She clenched her fingers into fists and let out a long groan. Why did he have to push her? Why did he have to hear how much she wanted him at this moment?
    She whispered, “I dare you to fuck me.”
    “Louder.”
    She let out a long, low wail before screaming, “I dare you to fuck me!”
    Quinn gasped as he drove his cock deep with a sharp tilt of his hips, deep enough to bump against her cervix. Her inner muscles clenched around him, not wanting to let him go when he pulled out. But before he pulled out completely, he plunged into her again. Her back arched, her body bowing to meet him. The pain and pleasure all mixed together.
    “Shit, you're too tight. Relax.” His voice sounded strained, but she couldn't answer him.
    She was tight, to the point of being uncomfortable, but he stretched her out more with every thrust of his hips. He released deep, soft grunts with each thrust.
    “Your pussy is so hot.”
    He smacked her ass cheek again, making Quinn cry out in surprise and jerk back against him harder. She wanted, she needed, to grab on to something, but she couldn't, her arms were still bound in the T-shirt, helpless. Her fingers wiggled, trying for something, anything to take ahold of.
    “You're so tight.”
    Logan released her hips and leaned forward, pinning her fingers under his lower belly, and he changed the angle of his hips, thrusting down. His cock brushed against her magic spot, making her knees buckle. She no longer held her own weight on the balls of her feet. He held her in place, held her where he wanted her. Took her at his own rhythm.
    Her pinned fingers felt each bunch of his stomach muscles as he conquered her. Took her for his own.
    She had never felt so completely under someone else's control in her life. Never. And she loved it.
    Quinn realized she had been moaning the same two words over and over in rhythm with each surge of his cock deep within her.
    Fuck me.
    Fuck me.
    Fuck…me.
    He leaned his chest into her back, putting more of his weight on her, pinning her arms between them even more. He freed up one of his hands and slipped it between her and the table, pressing his fingers against her clit, making rapid movements in contrast to his hips.
    His other hand grasped her loose hair, and he sank his teeth into her shoulder as he ground against her, making small, quick thrusts, staying as deep as he could.
    “Come with me.”
    She did.
    Quinn screamed as the spasms overtook her, rocking her whole body from the inside out. Her muscles gripped and released his cock in the hardest orgasm she had ever had. She hadn't even known it was possible for it to be that intense.
    Logan