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hands spanned his chest, and then her fingers slid over his nipples. “Here we aren’t so different, are we, Can- torr ? These are as pointed as mine,” she said, and she lifted one hand to touch her nipple, “and soft like velvet, like mine.”
    Cantor groaned.
    “Did I hurt you?” she asked, her expression anxious.
    “You’re killing me, little girl,” he said, his voice raspy with strain.
    “Pleasure causes pain,” Martha said. “Continue.”
    Violet’s small, soft hands glided over his ribs and lower to his belly.
    He couldn’t stop the quiver that racked his abdomen.
    “He trembles like I do.” Her eyes were wide with wonder and then her gaze fell on his cock.
    “No!” he cried out, and he freed his hands to trap hers against his belly. “No more.”
    Violet nodded and sat back on her haunches, pulling her hands away to rest them in her lap. “I will watch now. I promise not to disturb you further.”
    “Impossible,” he muttered. His gaze shifted to Martha. Martha with her lush body and warm, welcoming cocoon that would envelop his raging erection. “Are you going to finish this?” His jaw tight, he gritted out, “And no more preliminaries.”

Chapter Five
     
    Martha burned beneath his savage gaze. Her body released a gush of liquid to bathe her vagina.
    No more preliminaries, indeed!
    Her body was so ripe for this fucking, she knew she hadn’t the will to tease him further. She’d been in an agony of anticipation since he’d entered the cabin.
    Everything that followed had been foreplay.
    She and the girl had planned every word, choreographed every action. The glimpse of Fahgwat’s pussy had set the tenor of their seduction. The long, slow strokes of the brush planted a subliminal image of his body stroking inside theirs. Her conversation with the younger woman was for his ears alone. They had him right where they wanted him.
    So why did her knees shake as she straddled his body? She was the one in control, but his harsh, tight features told her she’d leashed a tiger. How soon before he broke his bonds?
    Soon , she hoped. With her gaze upon his face, she centered her moist cleft over his shaft, sliding moisture over the tip until he was positioned for her taking.
    Cantor’s face was harsh and drawn, his lips curled back and teeth gritted. His eyes challenged her to take him.
    But she wanted more.
    Martha’s hands rose to her breasts and she fingered her nipples, circling on them as she circled her hips on the head of his cock, screwing downward only far enough to take the head inside her.
    Cantor’s nostrils flared and he bared his teeth. His hips lifted to press himself deeper inside.
    She raised her breasts, offering them for his enjoyment—and hers.
    His gaze locked on her nipples and he sat up, bracing his body on his hands, and rooted at one breast until his mouth closed over the plump tip.
    Her head fell back, too heavy for her neck, and she sank upon his cock, relishing how well he filled her, stretched her vagina. Her thighs shook, but she rose and then fell, taking him deeper this time. Slowly at first, then faster, she glided up and down on his cock while his mouth suckled at her breast and his teeth chewed her aching tits.
    “Cantor!” Her fingers dug into his shoulders, kneading the deep, rigid muscles, scraping his soft, sweaty skin, and finally clutching him tightly as she pumped, faster, harder, grinding down to increase the hot friction. The seduction was forgotten in her own burning need.
    “Fuck me,” he growled against her breast.
    She writhed and dipped, circling her hips to screw down on him, until all of his length was buried in her cunt.
    “Fuck me, baby.” His teeth closed on a ripe nipple and bit.
    Then she was lost to the rapture, flung beyond herself into space to shatter like a starburst. Her cries echoed against the bare rafters as her body shook. When her breath returned, ragged and harsh, she opened her eyes to find his gaze spearing into