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his elbows so that she was spread wide for him. His thrusts were so powerful they lifted her hips from the mattress. Within moments, she was in danger of going over the edge again. No, please, God, no .
    He flicked her clit. She bucked and screamed as her climax crashed over her. He rode her through it, his repeated deep, triumphant rasps of “Yes!” ringing in her ears. She whipped her head back and forth trying to bring the world back into focus. The spasms in her cunt went on continuously as Sean plowed her as deeply and strongly as his muscled body would allow. She was near to coming again before he found his pleasure.
    She was trembling. Tears were running down her cheeks, her pleasure had been so intense. Sean pulled out, removed the used condom and donned another. Dear God, he was still hard. He flipped her over onto her belly and positioned her hips. She was too weak from the sensations coursing through her to protest. And then he was fucking her again. Even harder and deeper in this position. She gripped the sheets, crying out as he took her pussy.
    “Whose pussy is this, Mystique?”
    “You don’t own me.”
    “Yeah?” He swiveled his hips in a wicked move that had her eyes rolling to the back of her head. He cupped her mound with one hand, his finger slipping over her slick clit. The other hand cupped one of her breasts, tugging and pulling on her nipple. “Who’s pussy?”
    It was all she could do to control in her moans. She didn’t know how much more she could take. He stopped suddenly, pulling free of her. She fell to the side and placed a protective hand over her well-used pussy. Her nipples were hard and so close to bursting into ecstasy, as was her cunt. Why had he stopped?
    “No, no.” He tugged her hand from her crotch. “Mine.” He fell on her, nipping and sucking her nipples. While he suckled one, his hand tormented the other.
    He parted her thighs with his knee and took her again. When would he be done with her? This time, his movements were slow circles of his hips. Combined with his feasting on her breasts, it was an effective strategy to drive her crazy.
    “This is my pussy. Mine.”
    “No,” she gasped.
    He smiled. “No? Watch my pussy come for me.” He rolled onto his back without breaking his deep penetration of her sheath. “Fuck me.”
    She glared at him. No way was she going to actively pleasure him. She’d take as much as he could dish out, but she wasn’t going to fuck him. She started to rise. He placed his hands on her hips and drove up into her. She couldn’t keep in her startled cry as he skewered her on his deliciously hard shaft. Sean laughed breathlessly. “You’re so hot for me. Why do you keep denying it?” He bucked beneath her. His hands on her hips kept her moving on his thick rod. She bit her lip to keep any more sounds at bay. “Your pussy is so sweet. Feels so good. So much better than I ever dreamed. You could have me begging for it, but you won’t own your own power.”
    His words sounded sim ilar to words she’d heard from her family . She wet her lips and lowered her hands to his slick shoulders. She worked her lower body in hard circles. She’d taken belly dancing lessons for a movie last year . She used everything she’d learned to give Sean the fuck of a lifetime.
    “Oh, yeah, baby,” he groaned. He rocked with her. “Ride my dick. Feels damn good, doesn’t it?”
    “Shut. Up.” She squeezed her pelvic muscles over him, causing them both to moan. She held him tightly as she continued to give him everything she had. She climaxed suddenly when he took her clit between his fingers and tugged . Sean growled and held her still on him, his shaft buried to the hilt. She felt him swelling and knew he was coming. She dropped to his chest. They were both slick with sweat. His hand stroked her back. She listened as his heartbeat returned to normal. “I have to go.”
    “Why? We’re not done. We’ve got an ownership matter to