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thickness of his cock,
the tight flesh of his body.
    No one would know. She was an adult. He was… She swallowed
nervously. He was a chief.
    Perhaps it was the power of his position or the forbidden
temptation of it that fueled her lust. Or, more likely still, it was his
cologne-scented, pheromone-infused smell and fiery heat. Either way, she found
her hand moving onto his hard thigh. Caressing him as he had her, she didn’t
stop on her journey up. Rachel kept her eyes down, watching her fingers glide
closer to the hidden prize.
    His breathing became labored as she cupped his erection
through the clothes. She explored the thick length of it. Her pussy ached, so
wet and ready, as if remembering the intense orgasm William had given her and
wanting the sensations again by any means necessary.
    How could she do this? She rubbed his cock harder. How could
she not?
    She didn’t belong to any man. She could be with whomever she
wanted. Douglas pushed his hand up into her shirt. Rachel unfastened his pants
only to discover silk boxers. The elegant, black material suited him. He tugged
at her cotton pants, easily removing them from her hips along with her panties
when she lifted up from the seat. Her naked ass pressed into the leather couch.
Douglas slipped a hand over her sex and rubbed.
    Rachel pulled his boxers off his erection so she could
return the favor. She stroked him, growing more excited with each pass. His
finger pressed into her wet slit before dipping up into her body. She breathed
hard, kicking the pants off completely and spreading her legs. Pleasure built where
he touched, as if he knew exactly how to make a woman come. She bet he did. A
man who looked like him probably had tons of experience.
    His hand pulled away and she moaned in protest. He lifted
up, pulled his boxers off his hips and then pushed her leg to the side so she
was forced to turn on the couch. As she fell on her back, he came over her.
    A low growl sounded in the back of his throat, and she saw
the silver power flecking his eyes. He drew himself to her, as if propelled
forward by urgent need. His cock rubbed up against her sex, not dipping inside,
but simply gliding along her pussy. He groaned.
    “Ah, your heat,” he whispered, as if that statement said more
than it did. He jerked her shirt up and her bra cups down to bare her breasts.
His lips parted, but he didn’t speak. Instead, he reached between them and
angled his cock for penetration.
    At first, he moved slowly, filling her so she could detect
every hot inch. His thrusts were more fluid that William’s had been. William
had been wild and hard. Douglas was smooth and controlled. He lifted above her,
pressing his hips fully to her as he gave her his entire length.
    “Oh, heaven,” he murmured. “Pure, wet heaven.”
    She pulled his shirt out of the way so she could explore his
waist and hips. Rachel pressed up as she pulled his hips down. He slid deeper,
almost painfully so. Where William’s cock had been thicker, Douglas’s was
longer—though she’d definitely consider both well endowed.
    Stop comparing them ,
her brain scolded, but she couldn’t help it. The differences were too marked.
    His hips rolled in small circles as he thrust. His arousal
hit all the right spots. Muscles flexed as he put his whole delectable body
into it. Her bra pressed her breasts up. The nipples ached for attention.
    “Oh,” she sighed, “you feel really good. Don’t stop. Just
like that.”
    He obeyed, repeating a particularly elegant move of his
hips.
    She sighed harder. “Where did you learn to do this? Oh. My.
Oh, fuck. There!”
    He grinned, a truly dominant and wicked look, as if he knew
how good he was. “You like that, do you?” He did it harder and she gasped. “How
about that? You like that?” She managed a weak sound of agreement. Suddenly, he
pulled himself out to her entrance and stopped.
    Her eyes widened in surprise and she tried to force him to
continue. “Not yet.”
    “You