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beside her ear.
    “You get so tight when you’re horny.”
    She whimpered again.   She was beyond any capacity for decorum.  
    His fingers threaded inside her ass, creating space between them.   The ones in front were more brutal, piercing deep, and coiling upwards.   Michelle squeezed her eyes tight.   She was feeling prickly preorgasmic heat.   If she came like this she was going to fall.
    A third finger worked into her ass.   The throb still didn’t have any notes of pain.   She felt ready for cock—eager for it—but Max continued to coax her open.   His palm was crushing her clit and pussy lips while he fingered her front.   Michelle reached up to twist one of her nipples.   Then her stomach muscles clenched.
    “Ngh!”
    Max gave a soft gasp and jerked the hand fingering her sex up and down.   She convulsed around his fingers, squeezing them inside her.   Her clit contracted beneath his wet palm.   She couldn’t hold back her sounds.   Max’s hand was so strong, and he knew how hard he could handle her body without hurting her.
    Her legs caved.   She slid to the floor of the shower, dislodging his fingers.   Aftershocks were still wracking her stomach muscles.   It took a moment for her regain coherence.   Then she heard Max grunting behind her.
    She looked and saw him yanking on his swollen cock with his clenched teeth bared.
    “Urgh…you sexy thing.”
    He pulled her up by her armpits and positioned her against the tiled wall once again.   Three fingers went back into her ass, dousing it with more oil.   Then he clutched both her hips and pushed in the head of his cock.
    Michelle remained braced for him, as much as she was capable of with quivering thighs.   There was a sting of pain, but a rapturous throb accompanied it.   Her desire was for him to go deeper, not pull out.
    “You okay?”
    “Uh-huh.”
    He pressed himself in, inch by inch.   “Oh, fuck, you feel so good.”
    Michelle’s pussy felt like it was buzzing.   If he fingered her again she knew she could be brought to a third orgasm that night.   She focused on the feelings in her ass, the heat and the pulsing.   An ache dulled the pleasure, but beyond that she felt sublime.
    His cock buried into her ass to its hilt.   “Tell me if it hurts.”
    Her pussy began to tighten again.   “Doesn’t hurt.”
    He pulled half his length out slowly, then pushed back in just as slow.   Michelle moaned.
    “Shh.   I’m going to explode.”
    Somehow she knew that would feel good.   “Do it.”
    “Rrg!”  
    He managed three more controlled strokes, then she felt the hot gush of his seed shooting inside her.  
    He grasped at her breasts while burying his cock deep.   “Fuck.   Hrrg!”
    Then he pressed against her back, making the whole of her front press against the cold tiles.
    “Oh shit.”   He kissed her neck.   “I can already say you’ve been the best lover I’ve ever had…and that was before the anal.”
    “Mmm.”   She felt too weak and dazed with pleasure to formulate a response.
    Max turned back on the water and cleansed her with the sponge once again.   After toweling off and throwing on some nightclothes they went to his bed to rest.
    Later he made her dinner from some expensive lobster ravioli and white sauce.   Michelle drank the white wine he served because it was sweet.   It was only the second glass she’d had in her life.  
    He went to his computer to work into the night.   Michelle lazed on the couch, flipping through TV channels and texting on her phone.   She hesitated to call her parents, since lying to them was difficult for her.   She sent cryptic texts reassuring them of her safe arrival.
    When it was time to turn in for the night she went to the spare bedroom.   She felt she couldn’t get into the habit of sharing a bed with Max.  
    She was meant to be with another man also.
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Chapter 7
     
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