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screams came from the bottom of her lungs, and the release of agony was a blissful anguish which writhed and convulsed her for what seemed several minutes.
     
    Her hair was drenched, as was her creamy white skin, with layers of sweat from excursions she was still unsure she was capable of.
     
    He stood up from her, and she lay panting and gasping, biting her knuckle in her mouth, seeking the clarity of pain through this madness of lust. Looking up at him, he looked no less a road god now than when he had walked in the door of the club only a few hours ago.
     
    She pulled herself together enough to defiantly say, “I don’t care how good you are at that, I’ll never lose to you on purpose.”
     
    “Wouldn’t be a victory if you did, and I certainly wouldn’t reward such underhanded tactics.”
     
    “Just so we understand each other,” she told him.
     
    He nodded, and agreed, “Just so.”
     
    Casually, and in a proprietary and familiar way, he lifted her legs up on his shoulders, and then cupped her ass and lifted her up to his cock.
     
    “Wait,” she pleaded as she realize what he was about to do. “I’m so fucking excited down there, Hank! Wait! Stop! Let me suck you off! Shit, I’ll get a girlfriend to help me suck you off! No! Hank?! Wait!” she begged, and pleaded, and offered, and then she groaned out a deep, primal scream and writhed as he pressed into her pussy what had to be the thickest cock she ever experienced before.
     
    The sensation was violently intense, and her orgasm rose up and climbed so quickly she thrashed and rolled her head from side to side, struggling to get some kind of control.
     
    Cyn had never been with a man who could pull off this position. She wasn’t exactly a tiny girl. She was a full woman. She considered herself fairly strong, too. But Hank had her ass, and he was fucking her with deep, driving thrusts which drove her wild. And there was nothing she could do about it. Her ass was at least a foot off the bed! She couldn’t reach him with her hands, or get enough leverage to pull away from him. Until he let go, she was his to fuck as he pleased, which was an interesting and tantalizing thrill which pushed her orgasm to greater heights.
     
    The climaxes came fast this time, and Hank’s rhythm continued to increase in speed. Through her inarticulate screams and clawing, he continued to fuck her harder and faster. His grip on her ass was deep and solid. Her arms stretched out wildly in all directions, searching for a grip or a hold or an edge to help pull herself off him. She found nothing, which only increased her panic as climax after climax ravaged the muscles of her abs with convulsions and tectonic shock-waves.
     
    She couldn’t beg; she had no ability to use language. She could only growl and pant and roll her head from side to side as she pressed it into the mattress and wildly searched for something to hold onto with flaying arms.
     
    When he came, she was near exhaustion. He hammered into her, and her body climaxed with him, more in celebration for the ending of the ravishment than for any lust she had left. She was very deeply satisfied and certainly well fucked.
     
    He collapsed on the bed beside her, and then rolled onto his back to look at her ceiling with passive interest. Afterglow was already rising inside her, filling her with hot, golden energy.
     
    She rolled up next to him, and said, “I’m sorry.”
     
    “For what?”
     
    “For not taking you seriously enough,” she said, and licked at his nipple. “A man like you should always be taken very seriously.”
     
    “Forgiven,” he murmured.
     
    “Want a beer? Water? More pussy?” she asked.
     
    “All three before the night is through,” he told her, “but for now, a beer would be great.”

 
    CHAPTER SIX
     
    Their next session was much more loving, but just as deeply satisfying for Cynthia. Hank seemed to be pleased with their togetherness as well. Afterward, they talked until