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“Please, Sir! Harder! Harder, please! Fuck me hard.”
    He stopped, pulled out, flipped her over on her back and forced her legs high and wide, then shoved his cock back inside her ass. She cried out; pain and pleasure mixing with dizzying passion the shorter, but deeper strokes produced.
    “I want to see you when you come,” he grunted, riding her ass hard and fucking her pussy with his fingers.
    She hissed, circling her clit with one hand as her other hand massaged her breast.
    “Pinch your nipples.”
    She did, tossing her head and begging him for more.
    “The harder you pinch, the harder I push. The more I oblige your request.”
    Pain and pleasure mixed. The air grew thin. Phoebe feverishly plucked and pinched her nipples, relishing the sting of the physical intensity and riding its force.
    “Now, love, come now,” he commanded with one last, final thrust before bending over her and sucking a nipple between his teeth.
    Phoebe screamed. Stars exploded in her vision as an intense rush of pleasure assaulted her. Dizzying waves of ecstasy unlike anything she’d ever experienced in her life melted her into an incoherent puddle of carnal excess. She was cold and blind, hot and suffocating, dizzy from too much air. It was endless, heavenly and hellish all at once, and too much to bear.
    Somewhere in the chaos, she felt Hottie withdraw from her ass, but like some evil sex fiend, he continued to stoke the wanton fires of her never-ending orgasms, sucking and plying her nipples and sinking his fingers deep inside her pussy.
    “That’s it, sweetheart. Again,” he demanded, setting off another round of climaxes.
    When she came down from the experience, she was crying with exhaustion. He hugged her tight, stroking her hair and whispering compliments in her ear until sleep claimed her. Her moments of tranquil peace were quietly interrupted as her lover cleaned her up, verbally expressing worry he’d been too hard on her.
    “I’m fine,” she grumbled as he put salve on her sore ass. She reached across the bed and pulled her cami off the nightstand. She put it on. “There. I’m not naked any longer. Leave me alone now. I’m tired. I want a nap.”
    “Okay, brat. I’m done. I’ll check on you later.” He chuckled and walked out. “Dinner will be served in two hours.”
    Phoebe smiled in the darkness.

 
     
     
     
    Chapter Seven
    Hot Free Fall
     
    Wearing her favorite coral-colored tank and a pair of his boxers, Phoebe sashayed down the stairs and into the kitchen, showered and starved for dinner.
    “Hey.”
    “Hey, to you,” Hottie replied, walking out of the pantry to take her into his arms and kiss her with exaggerated and audible flare. “Feel well?”
    “Very well. I think I’m really falling for your fancy tub. I think I could have slept through the night in that sweet baby if it wasn’t for the rumbling from my stomach.” Hooking her thumbs through the belt loops on his jeans, she spread her fingers over his butt. “Usually, I make a man buy me dinner before screwing me silly.”
    Grinning, he lowered his hands and also cupped her ass. “You have many men buying you dinner then?”
    She shook her head. If only he knew she’d had three measly lovers in her life—her cherry-popping sweetheart, the jackass, and her wonderful master.
    “Good,” he replied. “Since I’m the only man that is going to get you naked for now, I’ll be delighted to bypass the gourmet dinner I’ve prepared and show you one of the finest eating establishments in our two-horse town.”
    “We’re going out?” Her rear was sore. Even his touch, light as it was, had different parts of it stinging. No way could she sit on a hard dining chair.
    “If you’d like, I’d be honored,” he replied.
    Phoebe’s heart skipped. Hottie wanted to take her on a date—sort of—but she knew her limits. Her ass knew its limits. No way could she sit, without fidgeting and looking like she’d been spanked, for long. “Can I