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way he sparred with her, not just swallowing half her face the way her ex did. She got a vision of how she’d twist away from his kisses near the end of their marriage, not willing to submit to his face sucking any longer.
    The image made her still, and she reinforced to herself this was new, and old habits were gone. She could make this into anything she chose. Her hands shook as she tore open the package. Dropping before him a second time, she didn’t resist the urge to suck him just a bit before rolling the latex covering over him. Farrin stood and wrestled with her pants, pushing them over her hips and down her legs. She kicked off her sandals and turned away from him, resting her weight on the edge of the pool table, presenting her ass to him.
    “That’s what I’ve been waiting for.” Van’s voice was light and teasing as his hands roamed over her buttocks and hips. “You have a great ass, Farrin, firm and high. I’ve wanted to fuck you since the day we met at the deli and then again at Lyle’s shop.”
    “Then do it. Fuck me now. Don’t make me wait any longer.” She reached behind her, her hand grabbing for his hips to guide him to her, but his caught her wrist.
    “When I’m ready, I’ll fuck you until we both come. Until then….”
    She was disappointed when he still didn’t enter her, until she realized he was dropping behind her. His fingers pinched her ass cheeks and lifted her slightly, leaving her balancing on the edge of the table. The first swipe of his tongue was light against her pussy lips, the second a bit harder. He continued to lick her, making her hotter than she’d known.
    Farrin accepted it was the idea of the forbidden man in a forbidden location that added to her lust. But deep inside, she wanted to experience this man, to feel his cock inside her body. She wanted him to make her come, something that hadn’t happened for her in a long time.
    Van paused and tugged her pants all the way down her legs and off her, leaving her bared to him, balanced on the ridge of the pool table. Exposed and vulnerable, he lifted her by the hips to rest higher on the table. From this position, his tongue laved her from clit to anus. One of his hands held her tight while the other reached between her spread legs to stroke her clit while his tongue worked her puffy pussy lips. She froze momentarily when he slipped a finger between her pussy lips, and accepted it to her mouth when he offered her to taste her own essence.
    Farrin didn’t know how long they continued, only that her body was covered in a light layer of sweat, and it wasn’t from the heat in the room. “Please, Van, I need to feel your cock.” It was a defined statement of need.
    “Whatever the lady wishes,” he said, rising behind her. His hands centered on her hips, and he slid his cock deep in her pussy on the first stroke. Farrin let out a gasp as his cock spread her wide, adjusting to his length and girth.
    “Oh, God, Van, more please.” He fucked her slow, the ritual of the push-pull making her pussy hotter. “More Van,” she managed, hearing her own voice breathless with want.
    “In time, Farrin. Just relax and enjoy the ride.”
    “But Van, I need…”
    “I think I know what you need. Let me.” His mouth came to the back of her neck, and he sucked a small patch of skin between his lips. “If I’m wrong, next time you take the top.” He stood behind her, his hips against her butt, his cock buried deep within her. With small movements of his hips, he moved inside her.
    “Move with me, Farrin,” he whispered, relinquishing his hold on her neck. She took his lead, accepting his instruction, relaxing back and letting him move her at his whim. “That’s it. Just let me fuck you for a while.”
    To Farrin, this was the longest sexual encounter she’d ever had. In the past, they’d be long done by now. Van hadn’t even started to pound against her, yet she was wetter than she’d ever known, except for the day she