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but he pushed her back down. Was he going to…? Oh, please no . “Boston…please don’t do that…”
    “Do what sweetness?”
    He was toying with her as punishment for her disobedience. He ran his finger lightly down the crack of her bottom and she trembled wildly at the possibility of his invasion of her most private place. “Please don’t…” was all she could say and he chuckled, ignoring her plea to gently push his finger between her cleft. “Boston!”
    And suddenly, he was pressed against her, at her ear and her breath caught painfully in her chest. “Don’t what? Don’t fuck you in your ass? Oh, sweet girl, I can’t make that promise. You have an ass made for fucking. Just the thought of pumping my cock into that tight hole is enough to make me come. You would deny me such a pleasure? Have you forgotten? You are my purchased property, which means that sweet, tight ass belongs to me and I will fuck it at my leisure. That’s a promise ,” he ended with the silky threat and she would’ve collapsed on the bed if it weren’t for him holding her tightly. He reared back and she tensed, but instead of that cock splitting her backside as she feared, the soft, spongy flesh pressed against her core and rubbed at her clitoris, teasing it back to life, creating sparks of pleasure that promised to ignite with the right touch. Soon she was moaning again, pressing against him, eager to feel that blinding pleasure again. She was worse than a cat in heat. She had no shame. Hunger clawed at her as need began to spiral. He rubbed the soft head of his cock against the tip of her clitoral hood and soon, she was desperate. The touch wasn’t hitting the exact right spot but it was maddeningly close and she suspected that he knew it because he chuckled at her sounds of frustration. She gritted her teeth, knowing exactly what he wanted but she should she give in? Hell, she couldn’t stop herself. “Boston! I want you,” she gasped giving in with a frustrated cry. “Please! Make me come again!”
    “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?” he said with an approving smile. He replaced his cock with his fingers and pinched her pulsing clitoris between his thumb and forefinger, sending her into orbit. Stars exploded behind her eyes and she lost all sense of time and place until suddenly, Boston was there — pushing himself slowly and inexorably into her hot, quivering sheath, until he was pressed tightly against her hymen. One quick thrust, a ripping pain, and he was balls deep inside her. But he didn’t give her time to focus on the pain. He was already angling his cock so that it rubbed against her G-spot. With each thrust, the pain slowly receded, replaced by that deep, soul-born pleasure that vibrated throughout her entire body and she was once again keening and mewling like an animal in breeding season.
    Embarrassment was an emotion for the rational mind —  and rationality had long since fled.
    All that remained was mind-blowing pleasure.
    The bastard certainly knew how to make a woman forget who she was. Julianna gasped as another star burst behind her eyes and her muscles spasmed with rhythmic pleasure, lovingly milking his cock for every drop he had to give.
    She would never be the same after Boston Kincaid.
    Ever.
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    For one glorious moment, Boston’s mind was totally devoid of conscious thought. His body was still ringing with the after effects of a mind-blowing orgasm and he was totally spent. What an amazing ride. If he were an older man he would’ve been fearful for his heart for it’d nearly burst out of his chest, it was beating so hard. Julianna started to roll away from him and he stopped her. He hated that she wanted to get away from him, no matter that he’d just made her come several times over. Julianna stared with faint mistrust at his hand on her arm, tousled and plainly thoroughly fucked and his gut twisted. God, she was gorgeous but she hated him. “Where are you going?” he asked.
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