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“Yum, Sir.” She adjusted a bit to give him greater access.

“Beautiful.” This time, he went in a little deeper.

She turned her head to the side.

“Stay in position,” he said, though the command wasn’t needed.

His beautiful Brandy behaved with perfect grace.

He stroked in and out, inserting a bit more with each thrust, letting her accommodate him.

After several seconds, his control began to unravel. He wanted to fill her. All night, her proximity had caused long-dormant need to reignite.

Since Eleanor, masturbation had suited him fine.

That was until Brandy and her heartfelt offer at the Den had brought him back to life.

“I want to feel your balls against me.”

He grabbed her buttocks and parted her even farther.

“Give it to me, Sir.”

Surging forward, he did, burying himself to the hilt.

“Ahh,” she said, the single word a purr of approval.

He remained still for a moment until she said, “More.”

“Hands above your head,” he told her.

She struggled for a moment, but while she followed orders, he wound the length of her hair around one of his hands.

“You’re so masterful, Sir.”

With a gasp, she clutched at the bedding as he pulled on her hair and rocked his pelvis. “Can you come from anal penetration?” he asked her.

“I never have. But I do love all these sensations.”

Slowly, then faster, he moved.

“Want…”

With his free hand, he grabbed one of her shoulders. With him filling her rear, holding her hair, she was his.

He leaned forward and sank his teeth into the side of her neck.

“Fuck!” She screamed.

Bucking beneath him, she lifted even higher on her toes so that her rear was forced up.

Then without being coached, she parted her legs farther so she was more open to him, and her clit was pressed against the bed.

Her uninhibited responses thrilled him, driving him on. This woman loved sex and was ultra-honest about what she wanted and needed.

After bending his knees for more leverage, he surged up inside her.

“Oh yes. Sir, Sir, I may need to come—”

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