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As he relentlessly pounds Willow, I lean back, pull the skirt of my dress up and spread my thighs. He’s still looking at me, still watching everything I do while he fucks her.

Well, you know what? Two can play at this twisted game.

Slipping one finger into my drenched channel, I can’t help but release a groan. My own thumb finds my clit, and I apply some pressure, until that delicious heat starts building in my veins. Bracing myself with my free hand, I lift my hips a little, deepening the thrust of my fingers.

That’s when it happens.

That’s when he breaks.

Pulling out of Willow, he takes the wet washcloth he just used to wipe off his face and uses it to remove the condom, cleaning off quickly. Then without another moment’s hesitation, he pivots to approach me. His cock is straining, the purple tip glistening. Reaching out, he pulls me up by the arm so I’m standing. His hands slip around me, both grabbing the globes of my ass and pulling me fast against him. I feel him at my entrance and I’m holding my breath.

I rock my hips toward him and stare into those brown eyes. And without another word, with his eyes scorching into mine, he impales me on his huge bare cock.

Chapter 11

This Changes Things

“Oh, my God,” I gasp hoarsely.

He’s fucking massive. His cock stretches my channel to the point of pain. Hart picks me up and walks with me toward the nearest wall, slamming me against it. He uses the wall as leverage to push himself deeper into me. I cry out, but either he doesn’t hear me, or he doesn’t care, because he rocks his hips forward, even deeper without waiting to give me a chance to accept the size of him. It’s frantic and a little out of control, like he can’t get enough of me.

His blunt nails cut into my skin as he fucks me hard, deep and violent, each breath sawing from his lungs. I regret not being able to look at his face—but I lock gazes with him. His eyes are dark and seething with desire. The way he looks at me, like he wants to devour me whole, just stokes my own pleasure.

“You feel so fucking good. Fuck. I’m going to come inside you,” he growls.

“Yes. Oh! My God,” I breathe, tilting my head back against the wall.

The sensation of him being inside me, impaling me, pressing me between the hardness of the wall and the hard muscles of his body while he takes complete control, is the hottest thing a guy has ever done to me. With every forceful thrust, the breath is snatched from my lungs, until I’m left gasping—but hungry for more. More of him, more of this. I can’t get enough.

“Fuck,” he growls.

His thrusts become harder somehow, definitely fast and more shallow. Focused. I arch my back against the wall and bite my bottom lip to keep from crying out. It feels like my soul is about to burst from my body, and I’m trying to keep it contained. But I don’t know how long I can stave off the inevitable. That pressure is building. That all-consuming electricity that zips through my veins is threatening to break free.

Positioned as we are, with me against the wall, he has to look up into my face. He tilts his head forward and takes my lips in a hard kiss. His tongue sweeps into my mouth with urgency, and he takes absolute control. His mouth claims mine with powerful mastery, and it drives me fucking crazy.

I brace my hands on his broad shoulders, and he shifts a little to push even deeper inside me. I gasp, sucking in a gulp of air. I don’t think I can take much more of him. I’m going to literally come apart at the seams. But just when I think it’s too much, my body begins to accommodate him, stretching to accept his huge shaft.

“Yes, mmm, so perfect. Your pussy was made for me, Little Fawn,” he rasps against my lips. “I always knew you’d feel like heaven.”

I can’t even respond; I’m drowning in sensation.

I bring one hand up between our bodies, and pinch my nipple—hard.

I’m seconds away from climax when he pulls away—actually pulls out of me and sets my feet on the ground. A whimper escapes my throat as I watch him walk over to Willow. My heart is in my throat. Is he going to fuck her again, come inside her, instead of me? My body is still buzzing, desperate for release. I can’t watch him fuck another woman. Not after what just happened between us.

Willow watches as he walks toward her, anticipation written all over her face. I have no idea how she felt about him fucking me, because she was silent the entire time. But she’s definitely excited that he’s going to finish what he started with her, I can see the excitement written all over her face.

I lean back against the wall, empty. I want to say something, but I don’t dare. I just watch, frozen as Hart approaches Willow, then bends to loosen her restraints, freeing her wrists and ankles.

He spares her only one glance when he straightens, then looks away. “You are dismissed.”

Willow gaze darts to me, then back to him. Her mouth works, like she’s going to protest, but decides against it. With a pronounced pout and stiff movements, she climbs off the bed, grabs her robe, and scurries out of the room. With a last long glance at me, she leaves the room, shutting the door behind her.

I’m relieved but feeling a twinge of regret for Willow regardless. “That wasn’t very nice,” I tell Hart.

He turns back toward me. “Willow knows her place.”

I glance down at his straining cock and swallow. “Does she?”

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