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hard. She could sometimes induce two orgasms from him, but had never given him a third before he ground her dust.
     
    He stepped out of his pants and boots as he held her down to the table, giving himself a moment to recover. He never lost his erection with Bridget, but right after coming, the pleasure could be… intense… almost more than he could bear. He pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it away before plunging his cock deep into her.
     
    She cried out as he entered her in a single swift thrust, her pleasure spiking as he slammed into her and almost sending her over the edge into orgasm. He ground into her hard as he released her breasts from their lacy cage.
     
    “This what you want?” he sneered into her ear as he leaned over her back, tugging her bra out of the way as he did.
     
    She gasped as the bra first scraped along her nipples then from the shocking cold of the leather covering as he pressed her down. “Yes…”
     
    “Tell me what you want,” he growled, his lips at her ear.
     
    “I want you to fuck me,” she snarled in return as she worked her ass, thrilling at the feel of him moving inside of her.
     
    He rose from her and slid his hands slowly down her sides, before taking her by the hips, and she nearly whimpered in anticipation of the fucking she was about to receive. He exploded into motion, pounding into her furiously, and she bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out in excitement and pleasure.
     
    Bridget closed her eyes as her orgasm tried to crush her under its weight. They had only been going at it for a few minutes and she was already ready to cum. He bent over her back, kissing her neck, pressing her breasts into the table, taking her by the shoulders to drive into her impossibly hard.
     
    “Oh fuck,” she grunted as her orgasm took her, washing over her in a great cleansing wave, her legs sagging as it sapped her strength. Stiles didn’t stop his pounding strokes, as she knew he wouldn’t, and another orgasm, harder than the first rolled over her almost before the first had ended.
     
    Suddenly he withdrew and she sagged before he pulled her upright and spun her to face him. She staggered, weakened by her orgasms and uncoordinated from her inebriated state, before he pulled her to him. He glowed, slick with sweat, as she kissed him passionately, running her hands over his glistening body. Nothing but nothing turned her on like a good sweaty fuck and knowing her man was working hard to please her.
     
    He tugged her toward the bedroom, but she staggered again, bound by her thong, so he picked her up and carried her, throwing her on the bed. She bounced once and he piled in after her to prevent her from falling into the floor. He tugged her sandals and thong off, throwing them into the floor before pushing her legs over his shoulder. He drove into her again, thrusting hard and fast pinning her hands to the bed as he fucked her with everything he had.
     
    Bridget pressed up, hard, with her legs, forcing him back. He fought to hold his position and to continue to fuck her, but as strong as he was, he was no match for the power of her legs. They growled and snarled at each other as they struggled, but she finally overpowered him, forcing him to release her or have his back broken. She twisted her hips savagely to the side, rolling him over and pushing him to his back.
     
    He fought to hold his position, trying to drive her into another orgasm, but she was having none of it and their brief struggle sent his passions soaring. That is what made her special, her strength and determination, her unwillingness to ever surrender. He tumbled to his back and she followed swinging a leg over and taking him inside again, her smile devastatingly sexy as she settled.
     
    She leaned forward onto her knees and placed her hands on his chest as she began to thrust hard, the sweat running off his body exciting her at a deep level. She fell forward, grinding her hips into his as she kissed him