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Narrowing my eyes with curiosity, I reach behind me and take a pillow, handing it to him. He orders me to lift my bottom up, and then he places the pillow beneath my hips so they’re slightly tilted up. Then, he turns for a moment, reaching into his bag on the ground and pulling out a condom. He watches me as he rips it open with his teeth before rolling it on his cock.

I’m curious as to what he has planned.

Stepping up to me, he puts his hands on my knees and lifts them slightly, pushing them up before pressing his cock to my entrance. I gasp as he inches it in, because holy shit, it’s big, and I’m not certain I’m ready for it. As he guides himself in, one of my knees rests against his abs and he releases it, reaching down to stroke my clit as he fills me, little by little. I gasp at the stinging sensation as my pussy desperately tries to stretch around him.

“One thing is for certain,” I gasp, “anal is out of the question.”

His mouth tips up in a half smile, and fuck me, he’s gorgeous.

Once he’s inside me fully, he takes his time to begin the slow rock of his hips. He doesn’t fully drag his cock out, instead he leans down just a little and thrusts upward. Gasping, a new sensation washes over me, one I haven’t felt before. Eyes widening, I stare up at him as he begins fucking me slowly, while his hand moves down to press on my lower stomach. The pressure that causes, with his cock inside me, has me moaning with shock and delight.

I haven’t felt this kind of pleasure before; it’s new and exciting.

Fucking me deeper, and a little harder, he keeps his hand on my stomach as my knees begin to shake. His free hand grips one of them tightly, so tightly I know it’ll bruise, while my other one pushes against his rock-hard abs. I can’t stop the moans that escape through my parted lips as the feeling inside me intensifies. It’s nothing like I’ve felt before, and I’m not sure how it’ll end.

Mex fucks me harder, deeper, his big body tensing all over as he looks down at me with his jaw so tight that I know he’s fighting back a groan of pleasure. Skin slapping, everything inside me burns, and I don’t know if I can hold back this sensation any longer. Jerking my knee up closer to him, Mex tips me just that little bit more, and that’s what does it. I explode, a thrilling warmth consuming my body as a pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever felt before travels through every inch of me.

I don’t realize I’m screaming, not until my voice cracks and my body jerking takes my attention back.

It takes a long while for me to stop trembling enough to get myself back into the moment, and when I do, my eyes flutter up to watch Mex fucking me, his pace steady, his body spectacular. I think if it were possible for me to fall in love, it would be in this moment. The euphoric feelings traveling through my body are ones I have never experienced. I’ve had good sex before, hell, great sex but this ... this is one of a kind.

Growling his release, Mex jerks to a stop and I can feel his cock pulsing inside me, every rock-hard inch of it expanding and then shrinking a little as he finds his own ecstasy. His eyes never leave mine, and something inside me twists, a long forgotten feeling that I never thought I’d remember again in my life. I squash it down, terrified of the consequences that would bring, and bite my bottom lip as Mex begins rotating his hips once more.

My eyes pop open.

“I told you I could make you cum,” he murmurs low, his voice raspy. “A man that is willing to get to a know a woman’s body can easily find out where her G spot is, and, with a little manipulation—” he tilts my hips up slightly and that spot pulses “—it’s rather easy to find.”

That’s why he spent so long with his fingers deep inside me; he wasn’t just bringing me pleasure, he was discovering my body in a way that would make it so he could bring me to orgasm. I’m impressed. I’m even more impressed that his cock is already hardening again as he slowly rocks his hips, not stopping to take a break. My body is on fire, and I know it won’t be long before I find my release again.

“Question number one of three,” he growls, the rich tone of his voice making my skin prickle. “Do you know how to contact Marek?”

I grit my teeth, it’s not hard to know where Marek is, considering everyone knows his shows, but getting in contact with him is a whole other ball game. He keeps himself protected and hidden, rarely speaking to anyone outside of his close circle. He’s dangerous, and he knows he has a lot of bad people after him. I don’t know how I’m going to get out of this question without a lie.

So, a lie it is.

“He contacts me, never on the same number. You don’t just call Marek or show up.”

It’s not a complete lie.

Mex continues fucking me, his eyes scanning my face, no doubt to make sure I’m not lying.

“Where is your mother?”

Another difficult question.

“I don’t actually know, and that’s the truth. I’m trying to find out.”

Mex studies me for a long moment before continuing on to his last question.

“Who gave you the scars on your thighs?”

This question shocks me, mostly because I didn’t see it coming. I was preparing myself for any other question but that, and my silence speaks loudly as to just how shocked I am. Mex doesn’t stop, and he keeps his eyes on me expectantly. My body tenses beneath his as pleasure builds once more. It’s hard to think when he’s fucking me like this.

“Answer the question, Acacia, or I stop.”

“Marek,” I grind out, my voice breathy. “That’s how he gets his answers.”

Mex stops fucking me, his eyes narrowing. “He did that to you?”

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