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I took Cary’s hard dick in my mouth. Pretending to be unsure, I used my teeth to garner a hard-edged response.

After what had just taken place with Rey, I needed rough sex.

“Ouch.”

I bit my lip. “I’m sorry, sir.”

He grabbed my head and pushed it back down to his cock. “Mm… That’s better,” he moaned as I moved up and down that thick shaft.

“You’re getting better at this.” He let out a groan, then unclasped my bra and fondled my breasts. “I want to fuck these tits.”

He rubbed his dick between my breasts, and the blood-engorged head poked up to my chin.

He then removed my panties and fingered me. “You’re fucking drenched. You want my dick inside you?”

“No, sir. It might hurt.”

“I’m going to fuck you anyway.” Lifting me up, he tipped me over the Louis XIV table and entered me in one hard thrust, continuing to penetrate me deeply as I whimpered and moaned. Pleasure and pain rippled all the way to my toes.

He continued to pound until a euphoric release trembled through me, and Cary climaxed like a man possessed.

Chapter 15

Cary

“Why?”Iasked,wipingmyself down with a towel.

“Why what?” Caroline rested against a red velvet cushioned bedhead.

“That was rough. Did I hurt you?”

“No. I was highly aroused, as always. You must have felt that?” She arched an eyebrow. “I didn’t fake those orgasms.” Her lips curved ever so slightly.

Was she being sarcastic?

I just didn’t know her that well. Our discussions always revolved around intellectual matters like philosophy, literature, or politics, which I found stimulating. Small talk wasn’t one of my fortes, nor was discussing emotions, for that matter.

Caroline was the first woman I’d known who didn’t talk about our relationship, which was both refreshing and frustrating at the same time. I wanted to know her on a much deeper level.

“But why the forced-sex thing?” I persisted. “I’m just curious.” More than that, our sex play left a lingering aftertaste that I likened to artificial sweetener, and it kept hounding me.

“You’re not exactly forcing me, though, are you?” She wore a coy smile that rendered her inscrutable again.

I frowned. “I’m not used to that form of lovemaking, that’s all.”

“Are you unsatisfied with our sex life?”

I poured a glass of water and offered it to her, then I poured one for myself. Awkward conversations always made my mouth pasty. “No. Quite to the contrary. I would have thought that obvious.”

Clad in a towel, I settled onto my favorite armchair by the French doors facing the park. The sculpture of the masked lovers on horseback caught my eye, and when I allowed my mind to wander, that whimsical creation transitioned into Caroline and me, hiding ourselves under masks.

She’d never really talked about her life growing up. I hadn’t either, so I had no leverage there.

Was my story worse than hers?

“We’re all allowed our dark little secrets, Cary.” She patted the bed. “Now come here and kiss me.”

I laid with her, took her into my arms, and kissed her as tenderly as I’d ever kissed anyone.

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