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I crouched down and ran my tongue along her inner thigh until I reached her pussy, pushed the plug inside her, and began to eat her out, feeling every tremor running down her thighs.

She tasted sweet and salty. Her scent made me drip all over her bedding, and I rubbed myself against the soft cotton before pulling back to run my tongue through her folds again—up and down, until she shone, until she called for me.

I guided the blunt tip to her opening and pushed inside until her tight heat clasped me and I felt the curve of the plug shift in her arsehole.

“Is this what you wanted?” I asked, pulling my hips back before driving forward again, until she screamed.

“Yes.”

I leaned over, planting my hands on either side of her, to look into those desperate blue eyes. In and out, slow, hard, fast and deep—testing and teasing her until she tried to squirm beneath me. I pressed deeper, until my abdomen met hers and her legs folded beneath the weight of me.

My eyes stayed on hers as I began to pump my hips in slow motion, rotating and grinding so she felt every single inch of me inside her.

“So gooood,” she moaned, staring right back at me.

Her breasts heaved, her shoulders still draped in the world’s tiniest blouse. I moved down and captured her lips, sinking my tongue in and out of her mouth in time with my hips. The heat built until I was slamming into her, my balls slapping against her.

Then I felt her clamp down on me, and I pulled back.

“No. When you cum, it will be with my cock in your arse,” I said, rising to my knees.

“You’re so mean. That’s twice now,” she said, sticking her lower lip out.

Her lips were bright pink and swollen from our kiss. Anne was perfect. This was perfect.

“Aww, baby,” I crooned.“At least you know what will happen if you consider ambushing me like this again.”

“Keep that knife of yours close by tonight,” she muttered as I began to remove the plug.

“Neither of us will need knives, because I intend to keep my dick inside you all night long,” I said, removing the plug and rubbing the tip of my cock against her loosened entrance.

Her eyes widened, lips parting. Then she recalculated.

“Good luck. The Viagra will only last another three hours or so.”

I grabbed the lube, squirted some onto my cock and around her hole.

“You don’t give yourself enough credit, love,” I murmured, tossing the lube aside and squeezed the head of my cock into her arsehole.

I reached out and held her breasts, soft yet firm, rubbing my thumbs over the swollen pink tips. I could suck on those beauties all night and never be bored. Neither of us spoke as I inched inside her tight little arse, lodging myself deeper with each push.

Then I gripped her sweet tits and began to fuck her arsehole. Not like I had with the others in the past. Never like this. Never with Anne.

“Hold onto your ankles,” I said, grinning as I plunged deeper.

Her smile grew slowly, and she knew it was on. I tilted her hips and burrowed my knees beneath her. She’d take every last inch of me before I let her cum.

I didn’t make promises. I didn’t keep them.

For her, I would.

Chapter 19

Anne

I smiled and gripped my ankles.

He said it, and I did it—not because he’d commanded it, but for the dark promise in his eyes. I just knew he was going to make me cum so hard I’d be sent into the multiverse.