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shooting urgency through her, her arousal higher and harder than before. She moaned, her head rolling from side to side. When her hips lifted, he ruthlessly pressed her back down, holding her for his use.
    He pushed his finger in, pulled out, and added another finger. Her tissues were so swollen each thrust shoved her closer and closer. His tongue flicked across her clit, and 58 Cherise Sinclair
    she went rigid as her muscles tightened, as her vagina clenched around his fingers. She neared the peak, held there…
    “Come now, Kari,” he ordered, his voice deep. Sucking her clitoris into his mouth, his tongue rubbed it hard and fast.
    Her world flashed white, splintering around her, and she shattered with it.
    Spasms in her vagina rippled against the hard fingers impaling her, and her hips jerked uncontrollably. Her legs thrashed against the restraints, her arms pulled against the ropes, and the sensations went on and on.
    When her climax started to slow, he’d move his fingers, slide his tongue across her again, and she’d arch back up as the exquisite tremors shuddered through her again.
    And again.
    Finally, she lay limp, drenched in sweat, her heart pounding so hard her ribs must be bruised. “My God, no wonder people like being tied up,” she murmured.
    His hand slapped her thigh hard enough to sting.
    She jumped. “Hey!”
    “Did you speak, little sub?” He lifted his head, his stern eyes holding a warning.
    She started to say something, thought better of it. “Sir. I’m sorry, Sir. I thought we were done. Sir.”
    He chuckled. Then he rose onto his knees, his big hands roved up her thighs, massaging the cramped muscles. He slid his hands up her stomach, and with a smile, cupped her breasts, squeezing just hard enough to make her breath hitch. His fingers lightly pinched her softening nipples back into attention.
    “Kari, sweet, we’re just getting started. In fact, I think you should come again before we move on.”
    No. Wait .
    And he slid back down. With fingers and mouth and tongue—and teeth this time—he brought her to another orgasm. A screaming one.
    Oh God, oh God, oh God . Her heart was thudding so fast it felt like a galloping horse, and her lungs labored to find enough air.
    He moved back and unfastened her ankles. “Kari.”
    She blinked at him.
    He gently pushed the sweaty strands of hair off her face and then moved on top of her, holding his weight on his elbows. “Bring your legs up,” he whispered before he took her mouth, plunging his tongue in.
    She could taste herself, another shock in itself. Managed—eventually—to remember what he’d said. Legs up . Her legs were free, and she slid them up to settle beside his hips. His penis slid in the wetness of her folds; each brush against the swollen, sensitive tissues sent tremors through her.

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    When his hand dropped down and pressed the head of his penis to her entrance, she moaned, shivered.
    Without any more warning, he drove into her, all the way to the hilt.
    “Oh!” Impaled on him, she tried to jerk away. “Oooh…” Her insides pulsed around his intrusion, and her arms futilely yanked at the restraints.

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    “Oh, sweetheart, you feel good,” Dan murmured, taking her mouth again for a kiss. So good she was liable to kill him dead as her pussy squeezed his cock like a hot, pulsing fist. She was tight, slick with her own juices.
    From the tightening of her muscles, the slight cringing away, he was bigger than she was used to. He got a deplorable sense of satisfaction from knowing that.
    He kissed her while he waited for her body to adjust, plunging his tongue into her mouth in slow strokes, imitating what he’d be doing to her shortly. With one hand, he toyed with those sensitive nipples. The little whimpers she made could harden a dead man.
    When he felt her hips start to move upward in response, he grinned and slid out—
    in—her moans as