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She didn’t move. Her legs were still splayed over the end of the bench.. Her hands were going numb gripping the edge of the bench..I reached for one...of her arms and spun her around to face the bench. I leaned in close to her and put my lips right next to her right ear and hissed, "You ain’t never gonna forget getting fucked like this." With that, I bent her over the bench.With my feet I kicked Catherines's legs wide apart and aimed the tip of my hard thick shaft for her asshole. "I’ve waited. Was Jordan so threatened by him that he’d try to murder him? ‘Please Jordan! I’m sure he’d leave. Don’t do this!’ Megan begged. Max backed down the stairs and went back out the door. Before he could decide what to do next, Jordan appeared in the doorway. Megan followed behind him. As far as he could see, Jordan had the gun hidden and not in plain sight. ‘I want you to leave.’ Jordan hissed at Max as he closed the distance between them. Megan grabbed Jordan’s arm and tried to hold him back. He. " I can't," I breathed. "Tell me you want me inside you."I did want him inside me, but I didn't want to say it. It was like a game - an erotic dare to see if I would let him take me completely unprotected."Tell me that you need me to fuck you and cum inside you," Alex said his voice full of lust. "Just say it."The heavy desire in his voice was got me really hot. I still didn't say anything. I couldn't give him explicit permission. Instead I parted my legs slightly and immediately felt the tip. I loved his muscles, his strength and his power. His bulk comforted me, made me feel protected but with that added spice of danger that comes from being with a man who can trap you if he happens to roll over in the night. I loved submitting to him, to his strength. To lie under him as he pinned my arms above my head and he drove his cock up into me was the most amazing feeling I’d ever had. I’d tried handcuffs before, but nothing compared to being in the bedroom – or anywhere else – with a man.
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