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“Oh!” she gasped, her eyes never leaving mine.

I began to fuck her – slow at first, then gradually faster, until I was thrusting deep inside her.

When her eyes rolled back in her head, I told her to look at me –

And she did.

When she was about to come, I told her not to –

And she held off, biting her lip, her brows knit in concentration until I whispered in her ear,Come for me.

Her screams nearly pushed me to the breaking point.

I wasn’tquiteat the brink of coming yet, but I was getting dangerously close.

As I kept thrusting inside her, I let go of her wrists and said, “Hurt me.”

She stared up at me through the haze of orgasm and said, “…what?”

“I don’t want to come yet. Hurt me.”

“But Iwantyou to come,” she protested.

“Not yet.Hurt me,”I growled.

She reached her hands around my sides and raked her fingernails down my back. “Like that?”

“Harder,” I ordered.

She used alittlebit more force, but not enough.

“Harder,”I snarled as I continued to thrust.

Her expression was caught between pleasure and concern for my well-being –

But she finally dug in and dragged her fingernails down my back like claws.

I felt the first real bloom of pain –

Which overrode all pleasure and gave me control.

Now I knew I could keep going –

So I fucked her as hard and deep as I could.

She wassowet – wetter than I’d ever felt her before.

Her eyes were rolling back in her head, and I could feel the pressure of her nails letting up –

“Harder!” I yelled at her.

She dug in like a lioness.

Pain overcame pleasure once again –

But then she started to come.

Her screams of pleasure were too much for me. They pushed me over the edge.

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