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Fred…Fred rescued kids and elderly people, took care of his men and had no hesitation running into a collapsing building. Fred would always, always keep her safe.
    “Sweet ass,” Taz grunted and she knew it was he who took her now. Fred stepped into view and she saw he’d stripped away his own clothing, revealing that hugely muscular body, tattooed extensively not just on his chest and arms but down his legs and on the flat plain of his belly. His abs rippled like corrugated steel, his hips were defined, perfect for a woman to hold onto while she sat herself on him. And his cock… He was huge, swollen and thick, larger than any man she’d ever had before.
    Faint apprehension tingled up her spine. Could she comfortably take Fred?
    Taz tangled his fist in her hair and she heard him say to Fred, “Thank you for lending me this. She’s a hot, wet, tight little cunt. Feels perfect around my cock.”
    The way Taz talked about her made her Fred’s property and yet not a ripple of disquiet moved through her. She felt serene and deliciously claimed by the drag and retreat of a heavy cock, the shock of pleasure as Taz fucked her slowly, thoroughly.
    Her bound hands could not find enough purchase to offer her any counter-balance to enhance her pleasure. She was going to get fucked, for as long and as hard and as slow and measured as Taz cared to give it to her, but she wasn’t sure he would give her quite enough so she could come the way she needed.
    “You’re not going to come, little cunt,” Taz said, smacking her ass hard to light up all the heat he’d brought with the riding crop. “Only Fred can give you that.”
    Dharma had never let any of her boyfriends call her a cunt. She hated the word. Why was it so sexy hearing it from Taz?
    He thrust inside her again and her toes curled. Every taking seemed to go deeper and deeper inside her, until she was panting, until she began to beg him to go faster, please , she needed it just a little faster.
    The sexy bastard laughed and kept up his steady pace until finally he gripped her hips, his fingers digging in as his body shuddered. “ Hot little piece! ”
    She was still warmed and wet and on the edge when she heard more plastic crinkling then felt Fred behind her. He pushed inside her unhurriedly, widening her channel ruthlessly with his sheer size. Her breath caught as she struggled to accommodate his size.
    She’d taken one man and now with her body slick and open and hot, she was taking another. Did this make her a slut in Fred’s eyes? She didn’t know, and she hoped not because she had opened more than just her body to him. In all those long days they’d talked, in the shared looks at the coffee shop, in the moments when he opened a door for her and put his hand on her lower back protectively, these feelings had been growing.
    He could hurt her now. He could devastate her.
    And still she would let him do what he wanted with her.
    And still she loved him.
    He took her hips, pulling her back on his erection, claiming her so she was so full she whimpered.
    Then he fucked her as she’d never been fucked. He slammed into her hard and dangerous, and his arms came around her, pulling her in tight under his crouching body, his face brushing hers, sweat running down his cheeks, his eyes glazed as he shoved in and out…
    She screamed as she came, feeling it like a life and death impact. He rode her a little longer before he jerked and began to shove inside her.
    After, she was completely limp while Fred held her captive under him, and she was crying because everything had been too much, just too much.
    He swung her gently into his arms and she wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling like she was torn apart, like she truly was dying as pain welled up and flowed from her. It was the most peculiar sensation of her life, as if their shared sex had done more than pleasure her body.
    “Take the keys,” she heard him say to Taz. “Leave us alone for a while. You can come