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to feel physically exhausted. Sated. She craved more. She didn’t want to be treated like a china doll.
    As if he read her mind, he pitched her onto the bed and yanked her legs apart. He licked and kissed his way from her ankles to her thighs, alighting a stream of fire in her. She whimpered for more.
    “What do you want, Henrietta? Tell me.”
    “Make me feel.”
Shit. Where had that come from?
    He bit down on her inner thigh, spiking pain and pleasure through her core, making her clitoris tighten and pulse. She’d never felt a need like this before. She gasped. “Oh God, yes.”
    His fingers bit sharply into her ass cheeks as he lifted her to his mouth. Without ceremony, his tongue was on her clit. Stroking hard and unforgiving. She was so close to coming, she tried to hold on, to prolong the feeling of slipping over the edge. But he plunged a finger deep into her wetness, then two, filling her, stretching her, causing a sliver of pain as his tongue still played on her clitoris. She couldn’t hold on any longer. Didn’t want to. She came, fracturing light flickering behind her eyelids as she reveled in the wave that crested in her.
    * * *
    The sweet, sweet sound of her orgasm echoed in the sparse room. Her tight pussy was still pulsing around his fingers as he slowly withdrew them. He couldn’t remember being this hard for anyone before. He needed to be balls-deep in her. Soon.
    “Do you have a condom?” she asked.
    “I do.”
    “Thank God,” she breathed. “How do you want me?”
    “Fast.” And hard. He wasn’t sure he’d survive anything else. She watched him as he slid on a condom he took from his wallet.
    She rolled over and, eyes on him, slowly pulled herself onto all fours.
Fuck me.
She was perfect.
    He wasted no time positioning himself behind her. Her blond hair cascaded along her back. He grabbed a hold of his twitching dick and placed it at the entrance to her pussy. Immediately she pushed back, trying to get him inside her. He wrapped one arm around her tiny waist and slowly pushed into her heat. Heat pumped through him as she clenched him inside her. She moaned his name, and right there he almost lost his mind in desire for her.
    He pulled out of her slowly, but she didn’t allow it. She raised herself slightly, placing her hands on the headboard, and he wished he could see her. See her face, her breasts. He suddenly realized why some people filmed themselves having sex. He’d never seen the attraction before. But now he was totally in favor. If he was only going to fuck her once, he needed a mirror.
    He pulled out of her, eliciting a protest from Harry. “Come,” he said holding out his hand for hers. “I want to see you so bad.” He led her to the old-fashioned dresser in the bedroom. It had a mirror attached to it.
    “You are a bad, bad boy.” She grinned as she bent from her waist, bracing her arms on the top of the piece of furniture. He now had a perfect view of her face, and breasts. He slid his hand between her legs, closing his eyes as he felt her heavy, hot wetness. She widened her legs in response and moaned as he gently stroked her clit again. His eyes popped open and he watched her facial expression as his fingertips slid around her. Clit, pussy, ass. Just watching her was enough to get him off.
    He took his dick in his hand again and guided it into her. It was lighter here than in the bed, and he swallowed hard as he watched himself disappear into her. She was so hot, so tight. Her hair swung down her back with each thrust.
    “Harder, fuck me harder,” she said, drilling him with her eyes in the mirror.
    He held her hips in his hands and drove into her. She met him thrust for thrust. She leaned forward, reached between their legs and touched his balls. She squeezed, and his head just about exploded. Molten lava shot up his spine and back down to his dick as he came.
    As he did, she arched her back and her hair fell over one shoulder, showing a tattoo on her upper back.