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    When her muscles tighten again and her hips writhe against my face, I stop again, letting her legs fall from my shoulders.  I kiss my way up her belly to take a nipple into my mouth, nibbling.  Willow wraps her arms around my head and holds me to her, winding her legs around my waist. I feel her wetness against my stomach.
    I carry her to the bed and lay her down on her side, tucking one leg under my arm and the other between my legs, leaving her open and vulnerable to me.  I nudge the head of my cock until I’m barely inside her, then I stop.  We watch each other for untold seconds before I remember that I’d been drinking a beer before bed.
    I reach for it where it rests on the nightstand and I drink the last warm sip.  I flex my hips just enough that I can feel resistance, feel her beginning to stretch to accommodate my thickness.
    “If I had two cocks, I’d fuck you with both of them at the same time.  Do you think you’d like that, Willow?” I ask, reaching around to tease between the cheeks of her ass with my finger as I run my tongue around the mouth of the bottle.
    “Yes,” she says, desperately, automatically.  She’s mindless with want now. I don’t think she even knows what I’m asking.
    “But since I don’t have two, this bottle will have to work.  Can I stick this bottle in you?”
    I feel her muscles clutch at me. Her eyes are dark and wide and her lips are parted into a small O. She says nothing.
    “Does that scare you just a little?”
    Again, she says nothing.
    I pull out and take the bottle into my right hand, ringing her entrance with its long neck. 
    “Is this glass cold?” I ask, pushing it an inch or so inside her.
    Still, she says nothing, only nods.
    I pull out and go back in a little farther with the bottle.  I slowly penetrate her until the bottle widens and I stop, stretching her with it.   “Can you feel the shape of the neck?  Can you feel it with your pussy, baby?”
    I push more, knowing that the widest part of the bottle is pressing against her now.  I hear her gasp and I withdraw it almost completely.  When it’s nearly out of her, I force it in and out quickly, in several short bursts before I pull it all the way out.
    I lean toward her, replacing the bottle with my cock. I resist the urge to throw my head back and ram into her as hard as I can. Instead, I bring the bottle to my lips and I lick around the mouth.  “I love the taste of you,” I tell her, lowering the bottle back between her legs and dragging the tip from pussy to ass.  I circle the tight little opening until I feel the resistance relax a bit.  Then, with a gentle rhythm, I rock my cock and the bottle into her at the same time. 
    In and out, a little bit farther with each stroke.  As if for the first time, my eyes see what I’m doing, they see the bottle mimicking the movements of my cock, sliding into and out of her delicious body. 
    My breath sticks in my chest and I twist the bottle slightly, feeling her pussy tighten around my dick.  “Oh god, baby, that’s it. You like that, don’t you?”
    Willow says nothing, but she’s moaning and grunting with increasing frequency. I can feel her legs twitching and flexing around me as her pleasure escalates. 
    “I’m going to come inside you, Willow, but I don’t want you to come yet.  Do you understand?”
    Her cry is just that—a cry.  Of frustration, of pain, of pleasure.  I know she wants to let go and the sadistic side of me wants to make her hurt with it.  With my free hand, I reach between her legs, my cock pumping in one hole while the bottle fucks another, and I pinch her clit between my fingers, tugging on it until she literally screams my name.
    “Ebon, no!”
    Just before she pops, her muscles clench around me and I feel like my balls are going to get lost inside her, I’m fucking her so deep.  And then I’m losing it.  I’m slamming into her, coming inside her, coming on her leg. I’m jerking with