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Kassidy put her arms up and around his neck. He brought her closer by the waist. He licked her lips. “Mmm, tequila tastes better on you," he said. And his lips brushed hers again, and again before his tongue delved inside for another demanding response. Tarek’s kiss went wicked with licks and swirls that captured her breath. She lost all notions of time and space. He was so strong and warm, or was that her own body heat surging as his hands went both north and south down her backside. She wanted the kiss to last forever.

As if to punish her, the kiss ended. He looked at her with a dazed gaze under heavy lids that barely revealed his eyes. He squeezed her ass and pressed her harder against him. “You are a sorceress; do you know that?”

“I'm just a woman,” she said.

He chuckled. “We'll see.”

He let her go to take her hand, and then possessively walked her out of the parlor to the steps. Nothing in her past or present had prepared her for the white-hot need that ripped through her vagina after one kiss. She and he, hand in hand, climbed the steps to the upstairs rooms. He never looked back. He never asked for permission. Dinner was not an option. They’d come for another purpose. He just kept going. And she followed willingly. She was burning in a blazing heat of conflict over her mission to destroy him and a girlhood passion to have him. That mixed with tequila destroyed all her defenses. He brought her into a room and it was not as impressive as she thought it would be. In fact, she knew instantly, this was not his bedroom.

“Where are we...” she breathed?

He was kissing her again. His palm slammed the door shut behind her before he pushed her up against it. Why wasn't she at least taken to his bedroom? Why here?

“I have to admit your tactics were successful. I haven't wanted a woman this bad in a long time,” he said and roughly, ripping down her dress. “I had a really fucked up day, until you came along.”

Kassidy looked to the bed.

“This isn't your bedroom?”

“No, it's not,” he said in his abrasive manner as he pulled her mini dress and panties off.

“Where is your bedroom?” she asked when his tongue licked down her belly to her navel, and then below. She forgot the question when his nose and then his tongue slipped between the folds of her sex. Sensing her capitulation, he kissed her sex deeply, drove his tongue into her and forced every emotion but desire from her heart. He lifted, or she lifted, she couldn't be sure, a leg over his shoulder to open her completely. And his tongue did things to her no man's penis ever had. She was driven to a point of sheer madness from the erotic thrill. Tiny beads of sweat formed over her brow and upper lip as she neared the edge of desperation. Kassidy thrust her pussy at him and grabbed his hair. And then his tongue found a particularly vulnerable area making Kassidy holler. He then pursued familiar and unfamiliar pathways of delight with his mouth flush against his pussy and his tongue swirling. It was too much of an offering. And she released.

Tarek chuckled from the back of his throat. Did his brown beauty not know that a woman should always hold something back to completely enchant a man? She was quivering between her thighs and panting like a marathon runner. He licked her sex and wanted more. He wanted to fuck her standing. Fuck her with her on her knees. He just wanted to fuck her. But when he stood, he was again put off by something uniquely pure about her. The part of him that expected corruption from everyone and everything in his life was chained. And he didn't like it.

Kassidy opened her eyes and trapped him with her unwavering gaze. And all doubt was once again cast away. Pure or not, for the night she was his sin. And he'd teach her his way. He picked her up and put her over his shoulder. Tarek rarely fucked women in his bed, at this ranch. He preferred to keep his stable of women regulated to his condos in the city. The ranch was his solace, his room. Kassidy inspired him to break the rules. He wanted privacy, and he wanted to make sure she was his the entire night.He opened the door and carried his naked sorceress down the hall to his master bedroom. He smacked her on the ass, but she didn't respond. He walked into his bedroom and brought her over to the large king size bed. He gently brought her down from his shoulder and put her on it. She lay there still for a brief moment, with her eyes closed. And then her body moved sensually as she stretched and smiled. Tarek's throat went dry as he watched her try to regain her sensibility. Tarek walked over to the door and locked it. He had a key that could lock from it from the inside and the outside. A special lock he installed years ago when he wasn’t the only person staying in the ranch. He put the key in his trouser pocket.

Kassidy barely watched as he undressed, as if accepting her fate. He was nude when he joined her on the bed. He went to his side and stared at her body not her face. He soaked in the slightest of details. Like the little mole above her left nipple, or the birthmark on the side of her stomach. Her skin, however, was creamy like caramel in the dim lighting of his room.And her breasts, round and upright, even with her flat on her back. He touched them to see if they real. He'd paid enough for women to inflate them to know the difference. She was all real. Too real.

“Perfect,” he breathed, and traced his fingers down her belly.

Instinctively, Kassidy arched her back to encourage his hands to go upward. She loved the brief moment when he touched her breasts. The tightness in her nipples begged for a sucking. And then he moved over her. His lips went to her neck, and his fingers parted the lips of her vagina.Slowly, slowly her breath caught unevenly in her throat as he gave her feather light kisses to her neck then up to her ear.

“I have a few questions,” he spoke the words with his southern drawl into her ear. “Can you answer them for me?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“When was the last time you masturbated?” he asked as he fit between her forced apart thighs and his fingers tickled as the stroked her pussy walls.

Her eyes opened. She looked up at the ceiling not sure of her response. And then one came from her. “This morning?”

“Where?” he asked.

“In the shower.”

“Why?”

“Because I wanted too.”

“For how long?”

“A few minutes.”

“How did you do it?”

“With my.... fingers.”

Two of his fingers went inside of her.They stroked in and then out. He withdrew.

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