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turned
and spat a piece of plastic from his mouth, and rolled on the
condom with a precision and dexterity that only came from
experience.
    There was nothing suave about his process,
speed was what he was going for, and Jenna knew he would be inside
of her in less than five seconds. His abrupt movements were the
only indicator she needed. She swallowed hard, his erection was
huge, and she hadn't had sex in a while. A long while. Her
trepidation grew .
    He came back to her naked, grabbed her ankles
in his hands and brutally swiveled her until her neck was bent
against the back of the couch and her legs were dangling apart, her
butt on the edge. She felt like she was caught in a whirlwind,
sucked up by a tornado, tossed and turned and at the mercy of him .
    He came to his knees in front of her, put his
hands on the inside of her thighs and spread her apart with his
fingers. A slow, deep vibration came from his throat as he stared
down at her soft, open flesh. "I've wanted to fuck you for so
long."
    Jenna's nerves were lacerated by those primal
words and her thighs trembled as a wave of heat and panic slashed
through her. The speed and violence of the encounter hijacked her
brain and held her paralyzed.
    He began to push in, and her insecurities won
and distress took over. Her inner muscles contracted subconsciously
trying to keep out his intrusion. She tried not to panic, she tried
to relax, but it wasn't happening and she felt her moisture dry
up.
    Her eyes opened and she stared at him with
accusation. "It was supposed to be a kiss," she protested in a
whisper.
    His hips tightened and his hands sunk into
her hips, restraining her, holding her completely still. His eyes
were savage, his muscles corded in ropes of steely tension as he
held her in his grip. "Don't make me stop." His voice was harsh,
the words pushed through gritted teeth.
    His dark eyes held hers and she felt totally
inundated by his large body over hers, threatened by him hanging at
the entrance to her feminine core. His scent invaded her nostrils,
the heavy pulse pumping through his blood vibrated through her.
Everything feminine inside of her wanted to yield; but her
independence was being attacked. With this one intimate encounter,
she knew he would ruthlessly see it as his ownership of her. Maybe
it was only for the short term, but he wanted her to marry him, and
after this, it would be almost impossible to fight against. If the
speed in which he was managing to have sex with her was any
indication, her battle was lost before it even began.
    Sweat gathered on his forehead as he tried to
wait for her answer. She was completely still and silent, and he
took that as consent. He needed to get it in. She was tight and
hot, but he needed her wet, and she wasn't giving that to him. He
didn't want to hurt her, didn't want to ram it in while she still
needed time to adjust.
    He moved one hand to her clit, began rubbing
it, wanting her wet. He needed her wet. Her eyes were shut tight
again and he began talking to her, softly this time. He held the
large head of his penis still inside of her while he tried to coax
her into participating. "You're so fine, baby." He rocked back out,
moistened his finger on his tongue and put it back to her clit,
rubbing it in circles. He felt a tiny movement of her hips, and he
pushed the head back in. "I don't want to hurt you."
    She let out a tiny moan, and he slid in and
out, a tiny bit more each time. He lifted his finger from her clit,
smoothed it across her stomach, and landed on a nipple. She had
large, gorgeous areoles, and they puckered into beautiful tips as
he moved his hand back and forth from one tit to the next. He
thought he would lose it, but then she let out a sweet moan, her
channel flooded with moisture, and he pushed it in all the way to
the hilt.
    Relief hit him and he held himself still for
a moment. His arms rested on his elbows on either side of her face
and he knew he couldn't wait for her. She was hot and wet