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locked securely onto her throat.
“You might just get it.”
    The sudden restriction of her breathing sent
a rush of delight through Claire’s body. Spots danced across her
vision, obscuring her view of Parker’s lustful gaze. As he held her
tightly by the neck, she let out a little whimper. The sound
surprised them both. He was surprised to hear her intimate sounds
for the first time, excited to explore the range of her voice, as
it were. She was surprised too by this strange, dark world that was
unfolding before her.
    “Let’s get you out of this dirty dress,”
Parker said quietly. He made it sound like a threat. With his free
hand, he pushed the hem of her cotton dress up over her body,
revealing her naked flesh inch-by-inch. He groaned at the sight of
her pale, strapping thighs, the soft expanse of her belly, the hips
that looked like they should be grabbed onto as handles during a
vigorous fuck.
    “I’m sorry about your coffee cup,” Claire
breathed, her words coming out labored and slow. “I didn’t mean to
break it.”
    Parker’s hands abandoned their post at
Claire’s throat and tangled themselves in her hair. He tightened
his grip, wrenching her head backward. “I’ll make you sorry. You
don’t even know what sorry is yet. What are you, twenty six?”
    “Twenty two.” Her eyes teared up—she felt
like he was going to scalp her.
    “Twenty two?” he moaned, and she swore she
could feel him get harder at the very thought of it. “Have you even
been with a real man?”
    “Never,” she whispered. “You’re the first man
I’ve ever—”
    “You must be so tight,” he said, and before
she could reply, he let his hand descend to her crotch. The moment
his fingers pushed aside the thin fabric of her panties, she felt
like she was being touched for the first time. He grinned down at
her, “So you do want me, then? You’re so wet, I could slide my fist
right—”
    “What?!”
    “Don’t worry, kid,” he said, “I don’t want to
break you just yet.”
    He slipped two thick, firm fingers into her
pussy and gasped at how untouched, how virginal she felt. She was
drowning in the sensation of him entering her when his thumb found
its way to her clit. She drew in a sharp breath, arching her back
with the sweeping wave of pleasure that gushed over her.
    “Take off that goddamned dress,” he said,
stroking her pussy with the skill and precision of an open heart
surgeon. “Take it off this goddamned second.”
    She obeyed, ripping the dress off over her
head. Her chest rose and fell with her heaving breasts, and as he
stroked her toward orgasm with one hand, he reached up and freed
them from her bra with one deft flip of the wrist. He leaned over
her, and she expected him to wrap his lips around her pert nipple.
Instead, she felt teeth—and she was instantly transported beyond
the threshold of orgasm. She came, fast and wet. He watched her
writhe beneath him, satisfied and wildly aroused by her pleasure.
The sheer force of her orgasm had shocked her. “What the hell was
that?” she said, astounded.
    Parker looked down at her, concern clouding
his features for a moment. “Don’t tell me that no one has ever
given you a proper orgasm? Oh, my dear. There is so much that I’m
going to show you.”
    And with that, he grabbed her dress and
shoved it in her gaping mouth. Gagged, she stared up at him,
completely in his control. She knew that he could do anything with
her that he wanted. And she was fine with that. Entirely. With
every exposed inch of herself. She reached for Parker, began to
franticly unleash his cock from his trousers. He ripped through the
buttons of his shirt, revealing his sturdy, firm chest. The sight
of his chest chair sent her into a tizzy, and she tugged at the
waist of his pants until they fell away, revealing the biggest,
stiffest dick that Claire had ever imagined could exist.
    Parker smiled as she took in his massive,
pulsing organ. Her hands found their way around his