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teeth.
    “ Jesus, baby
girl. Are you trying to kill me?”
    “ What, you
don’t like them?”
    “ You’re
shitting me right? The only thing I like more is seeing you in
nothing at all and writhing underneath me.”
    And speaking
of.
    I tug at the
waist of my pants but Ana climbs back on the bed to help me. I must
look pretty damn pathetic because she takes a hold of my hand and
says, “Let me.”
    She gently
pulls them from me and throws them over her shoulder onto the
floor, then leans back and stretches her arms behind her to unclasp
her bra but I sit up and reach out to stop her. “Leave them
on.”
    She pushes on
my chest so I’m lying flat on my back and then she’s taking me in
her mouth, her hand gently cupping and squeezing my balls while the
other milks my shaft. My eyes roll back in my head and I slide my
fingers into her hair and tug on it, probably harder than I should.
She makes a sound but, as it’s muffled by my cock, I’m not sure
whether or not it’s one of pain or pleasure, so I do it
again.
    Definitely
pleasure.
    Whaddya know?
My sweet, innocent Ana likes it rough. I did not see that one
coming. And my brain isn’t quite sure how to process the
information either. On one hand it excites me. Really fucking
excites me. But on the other, it means I’m at an even greater risk
of falling in love with her and that scares the ever-loving shit
outta me.
    Ana shifts on
the bed so that she’s straddling my thigh. Her perfect arse is
sticking up in the air and the thin elastic of her G-string follows
the curve and disappears into her crevice. I trace the fabric with
my finger and then hook my arm underneath her waist and lift her
off of me. She giggles and shoots me a questioning glance before I
shift her again and set her back down so that she’s still
straddling me, but now she’s facing the opposite direction and her
glorious pussy is in my face.
    I run my hand
over her arse but I can’t resist the urge to bring my hand down
upon those beautiful, smooth cheeks. Some arses are just made for
slapping, you know? Ana cries out. Her mouth is still wrapped
around my cock, so once again the sound is muffled, but she rocks
her hips back into my hand so I know I’ve done something
right.
    “ You like it
rough, baby girl, is that it?” I feel her hesitate. The steady
rhythm she’d been keeping with her hand and mouth falters and she
goes tense all over. “Hey, you’re safe with me. You know that
right?”
    I feel, more
than see, her nod, and her voice has the sweetest quaver to it when
she says, “I know and I think sometimes … I like it rough. I mean,
it’s not like I have a lot of experience with this sort of thing,
but I … well, I like everything you’ve done so far.”
    “ And if you
don’t like something that I do?”
    “ I’ll tell
you to stop.”
    “ And you
believe I will?” I’m not challenging her, just trying to feel out
how far her trust in me goes.
    “ I trust you,
Cade.”
    “ Good.” I
slide my hand over the red welts I’ve left on her arse and I feel
her relax as she settles back into her own rhythm of exploring my
cock with her lips and tongue. I pull her underwear aside and slide
my finger from her arse all the way down to her clit. Ana squirms
beneath my touch and I trace my finger back the way it came,
pausing for a moment to play in the wetness of her opening. I glide
my finger over the tight little rosebud of her arse and then circle
the sensitive flesh. Ana’s whole body goes ramrod
straight.
    “ Yes or no,
baby girl?”
    “ I don’t…
I’ve never—”
    “ Yes or no?”
She pushes her arse into my hand. “That a girl.”
    I dip my
thumb into her pussy and glide it back to that sweet little
puckered hole and gently, slowly, ease my thumb in. Her grip is so
tight it’s sort of painful, and even though her mouth on my cock
has ceased while she explores these new sensations, I almost lose
my shit right there imagining what it’d be like to push my