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my behind up in the air, he slapped the fatty area several times, holding me firm while I jerked with every increasingly hard hit. A quiver emanated from my swollen sex, ready for him to fuck me one more time.  
    With one hand, he slanted my pelvis and entered me. The head of his erection rocked firmly against my elusive zone. He pumped inside of me with deep, controlled strokes to manipulate the hyper-sensitive area.
    I cursed his name, screamed his name as he continued to work me over. I shook against the bed, feeling as if every nerve in body was continuously shocked with electricity. Ceasing his tease, he gave me the full extent of his girth and length, ensuring that I reached my peak in a mind-blowing way.
    I fell apart. My mouth opened, unable to conjure the energy to scream. Never slowing down, he pounded me from behind; the sensation swept through every limb. It shot through me quickly, leaving my body a weak heap convulsing in ecstasy.  
    I slipped limply against the bed. Succumbing to the feeling of his drug-inducing thrusts, I weakly scooted up the bed away from him.
    “Where the fuck do you think you’re going? You’re going to come on this cock again, baby. Come. Here.” He held my hips in both of his hands, making sure my ass bounced against his groin while he fucked me. I no longer had the will or energy to move a muscle.  
    He flipped me over and yanked me down until my legs dangled off the edge of the bed. He pulled my legs up, resting them against his sculpted, beautiful honey-hued form.  
    Reaching down, he brushed his hand up my body to rest across my slender throat. His eyes burned into me and he rocked me hard, fast, and deep.  
    He called for me, “Aw fuck, Nicky. This tight little cunt is gonna milk the cum from my cock. I can’t…hold it…” before falling tense. “You ready, baby?”
    Barely nodding yes, I tried, unsuccessfully to keep up with his hurried pace. He held me tightly and groaned.
    A small little rush took over my body, ensuring I came again with him.

THE SHOWER STEAM suffused the hotel suite. The scent of Eric’s favorite body wash wafted around my nose. Rousing awake from my position of sleeping on my stomach, I had a direct view to Eric, naked and shaving his face in the bathroom. The man had no problem being completely stark-naked. If clothes weren’t required, and the weather was moderate, he would easily go outside in the nude if he could get away with it. I hated to admit it, and I probably never would state it to him and feed his already overgrown ego, but he had every reason to be cocky. His body was hewed beautifully. The low light bounced off his just-styled short strands—hand-manipulated from curly to straight—reflecting a bluish hue.
    Grinning, I watched him scrape the blade against his angular broad jawline.
    “You’re going to make us late for the wedding, Nik,” he said, glancing over at me.
    I sat up in bed, holding the sheet across my chest. My long, coarse, messy midnight black hair slowly whirled around my shoulders and face. As I swung my knees around to stand, the pinching throb between my legs let it be known I would be walking slightly bow-legged the entire day.  
    “Maybe I should stay here,” I said, trying to will myself to stand. “Last night was…” I trailed off, remembering what the woman I shared a cab with yesterday had said about Eric.  
    The sheet fell away from my hip, revealing a dark purple bruise set against the chestnut-toned skin on my hip bone. “You’re going to permanently damage my vagina,” I said through an exhausted sigh as I looked up at him.
    He held his skin taut and scraped the blade across the last patch of untouched skin along his jaw. “Do you really think I would try to damage your pussy on purpose?” The corner of his mouth turned up into a skewed smile. “Let me rephrase that— my pussy. What good would it do me if I couldn’t fuck you senseless anymore?” He glanced at me, his smile