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going faster, faster, his body roiling with heat and pleasure as beads of perspiration rolled down his chest, stomach.
    He let his eyes shut, teeth gritted, seeing kaleidoscope colors as every sensation contributed to his lust. Her hot little whimpers, the slap of his body against hers with each thrust, the utter warmth of her skin—and her pussy. Hell, even just knowing he was doing the iconic “boss’s daughter”.
    But when he opened his eyes, he found her gaze back on him, in the mirror. Her tanned cheeks were flushed with passion, her eyes drooped with lust, her pink lips parting softly. She looked like a dirty dream, a centerfold, a porn star, what every guy fantasizes about. But there was somehow more in her eyes. Secrets. Things she wasn’t saying. Somehow it made him want to pleasure her all the more.
    It made him want to…give her more of what she clearly needed so bad.
    It made him at once want to play rough and…go softer, slow things down.
    But for now, he settled for playing rough. He briskly moved his hands from her hips around to her gorgeous tits, which bounced in her dress with every stroke. He closed his grasp over them fully, squeezing, and she gasped, arching them deeper into his palms.
    Yet he needed more, so he dug his fingers brusquely into the little black half-circles of fabric holding them—and yanked down. Her tits came tumbling out and she groaned. In the mirror he studied them—somewhere between medium and large, and pretty damn beautiful. Her nipples stood fully erect, dark pink, perfect. He closed his hands back over them, catching those hot pink peaks between his fingers, squeezing as he continued pounding into her softest flesh from behind. “Oh God,” she moaned. “ Oh God .”
    Soon, his rich girl was fully bent at the waist, the upper half of her body lying across the dresser. She pressed perfectly manicured hands flat against the wood surface, occasionally curling her fingers inward as if trying to grab on to something for purchase as he fucked her so hard and deep. At one point she knocked over an expensive-looking perfume bottle, at another point a hairbrush was propelled to the floor. And as his hands curved back around her sweet ass now, he realized that he’d fucked her to the point of depleting her energy, and he decided maybe the time had come for that softer, slower sex he’d thought of a few minutes ago.
    When he went still, then pulled out of her—aw, God, it was hard to leave that soft, warm place—she slowly looked over her shoulder, still bent over the dresser. “What’s wrong?”
    “I want you naked, in that bed.” He pointed. “You promised me satin sheets.”
    Slowly she rose up, turning to him with a soft yet lecherous smile. “So I did.”
    “Take your dress off,” he said. He’d seen all the key parts of her body already, but he’d meant what he said—he wanted her naked.
    Looking utterly lascivious with her hair half falling down around her shoulders now, little Miss Albright reached up to lower her shoulder straps one by one, then she reached behind her for a zipper. A second later she was shrugging the fancy black frock to the floor. “Nice,” he murmured. A gut reaction. Now he knew she had a perfect little tummy to go with those perfect tits, perfect ass, and perfect legs.
    When she bent to remove one sparkly high-heeled shoe, he said, “No. Those can stay on.”
    She smiled, and he added, “Lie down.”
    Then he watched as she turned back a plush leopard-print coverlet to reveal pink satin sheets underneath. They looked slick and smooth as she slid down onto them, and now— now —she looked like a centerfold. And Scott felt like a lucky, lucky man.
    Up to this moment, he’d been thinking a lot—about who she was, how rich, how dangerous, how he was putting himself at risk. But now he stopped thinking altogether about anything but how gorgeous she was and the hot urges of his body.
    “Your turn,” she said, looking like a