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ruffledandgorgeous.
    “Ouch,”Iwhisper.
    “Ibet.Isthepainreallybad?”
    “No,justadullthrob.”
    “Itwillhurtforafewdays.”
    “God,Iamsuchachildsometimes.”
    Hesmiles.“Iwon’targuethat.”
    Ismackhisarm.“Hey,goeasy.I’mhungoverandsore.”
    Heslideshislipsacrossmine.“I’lltakecareofyou.”
    “Ohwillyounow?”
    “Mmmmm.”
    “How?”
    Hegrinsandgentlydeepensthekiss.IbreathehiminasIsnuggle closer,runningmyfingersupanddownhissides.Heshiversandgroans, holdingmetightlyandpullingmybodycloser.Whenheslideshishands upmyarmandgripsmywrists,Istiffen.
    “Trustmesweetheart,slowlyremember?”
    Iswallowandclosemyeyes,lettingmybodyjustenjoyhim.He slideshislipsdownmyneckandhisfreehandtravelsdownmybodyand overmynakedbreasts.Marcuspinchesmynipple,rollingitgently betweenhisthumbandforefingeruntilit’shard,throbbingandsotightit almostburns.Growling,hetrailshisfingersdownuntilhefindsmy achingpussy,Iarchup,desperatetofeelmoreofhim.
    Hedipshisfingersbetweenmyfoldsandfindsmyachingnub,he rubsitgently,slidinghisfingersovertheachingbundleofnervesuntil I’marchingandcryingoutloudly.Irunmyfingernailsdownhissides untilhe’sgrowlingwithamixofpainandpleasure.Hetakesholdofmy body,lettingmyhandsgo,andgentlyflipsmeovertomystomach.He gripsmyass,tiltingitupandplunginghistongueintomycleftfrom behind.Igroananddropthegoodsideofmyheadintothepillowand shudderasboltsofpureecstasytearthroughmybody.
    “Ohgod,Marcus,fuckme,”Icry,pummelingmyfirstsintothe sheets.
    “Ohbaby,areyousure?You’rehurt.”
    “I’mok,please…”Imewl.Idon’tcareaboutthedullthrobinmy head,Ineedhiminsideme.Now.
    HeslideshistongueawayandIhearhimshufflingaround,thenhis bodyisovermineagainandhe’sleaningdownnearmyear.Hischestis curvedovermyback,hiscockthrobbingagainstmyentrance.
    “Doyoutrustmebaby?”
    “Y-y-yes.”
    “YouknowIwon’thurtyou,andyoursafewordispurple.”
    Iswallowandinmyhaze,Inod.Marcusgripsmyhandsandpulls themdownthroughtheopeninginmylegs.Myfaceisgentlypressing againstthepillow,andmybottomisintheair.Hetakesmywristsand bindsthemtomyankles,andIwhimperattheoddsensationofhaving bindsonagain.Iswallowrapidly,tryingtokeepcalm.Hewon’thurtyou, lethimin.Youpromisedhimyouwouldtry,Sierra.Iclosemyeyesand letthemomenttakeme,blockingoutmythoughts.Ican’tliveinfearfor therestofmylife,Marcusisgoodforme,Ijusthavetolethimtry.
    “Goodgirl,”hemurmurs,runningafingerdownmyspine.“You looksobeautifullikethis.”
    Whenhefindsmybottom,heslideshisfingeraroundtheopening andthenmovesdowntomypussy,heslideshisfingerinsidemydamp foldsuntilhefindsmyentrance.HedipstwofingersinandIwhimperas hebringsmetotheedgewithgentle,deepthrusts.WhenI’maboutto come,hepullshisfingersout.Icryout,squirminginmybind.
    “Marcus.”
    “Sir,”hecorrectsme.
    “Sir,please.”
    “Soon,baby.”
    Hebringshisfingersaroundtomymouthandslipsthemin,Ican tastemyownarousalandIwhimperasheswirlsthepadofhisfinger aroundonmytongue,forcingmetotasteitall.Myloinsclenchasthe eroticmomentgetsthebetterofme.Whenheslipshisfingersout,Ihear himmoveawayagain.Amomentlater,hecomesbackandIfeelacool, rubbertoypressagainstmycleft.Whenheslipsitinsideme,Iwhimper andstruggleinmybinds.
    “Shhh,sweetheart,I’llmakeyoufeelgood.”
    Igroanasheslidesthevibratoroutandthengentlyslipsitbackin.
    Hepressesabuttonandthemachinejumpstolife,vibratingdeepinside me.Icryoutandsquirmasmypussyclenchesaroundthedevice, grippingitwithneed.
    “God,you’resofuckin’beautiful,”Marcusgrowls.
    “Iwanttocome,pleasesir,letmecome.”
    “Notuntilmycockisinsideyou,ifyoucome,I’llspankyou.”
    “Please,”Iwhimper.
    “Holditoff,Sierra.”
    Ican’tthough,he’sbroughtmybodytotheedgeandIcan’tstopit.I screamasmyorgasmripsthroughme,Marcuspullsthevibratoroutand beforeIcanfinishshuddering,heslideshiscockinitsplace.Thefeeling ofbeingstretched,makesmyorgasmdragoutthatmuchlongerandI screamandwritheashepicksuphispace,slidinghiscockinandoutand makingmyreleasetrulymindblowing.WhenIstopshuddering,Idon’t