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her mouth, the noise that came out sounded more animal than human. Even without the use of her hands, she jerked to a sitting position, her eyes darting down between her own spread legs and then between his, to the cock jutting from the soft leather of his pants.
     
    Without warning, she propelled herself forward, bending over, grabbing onto the head of his cock with her tender mouth. “Oh Ares!” he groaned. She was the hottest, hungriest little beast of a female he’d ever encountered. And now that his cock was in her mouth, it depleted some of his strength—this was a pleasure he couldn’t resist.
     
    She shifted to her knees, dipping to slide her wet mouth up and down as much of his length as she could take between her delicate lips. Even without her hands to help her, she worked vigorously, her mouth latching onto him like a tiny vise. He had no choice but to lean back and watch the beautifully erotic sight of her lips wrapping around him, her mouth being filled with his width and length. He couldn’t help thrusting lightly, thinking, Deeper, vixen, take me deeper. Wondrously, she did, allowing him to fuck her sweet mouth as they both moaned their pleasure.
     
    Enrick’s weakness was killing him. He didn’t like his inability to stop. Domains had been lost over lesser failings. But his cock was immersed in the sweetest, wettest mouth he’d ever felt, and her wild enthusiasm was too great for him to fight.
     
    Just when he feared he might climax, she raised her head, lips swollen, eyes wild and untamed. “Fuck me,” she pleaded. “Fuck me!”
     
    Enrick drew in a deep, trembling breath. Don’t give her what she wants. Tie her up better. Tie her to the chair. Make her beg until she delivers what you want.
     
    “Fuck me, Enrick ! I need your cock. I have to have it! Put it in me.”
     
    The last time Enrick had responded to a woman’s demands was…never. He’d always been the one in control, had never come across a woman brave enough to question his authority in bed. But Jalal was different. She was fire. She was lightning in a bottle.
     
    He couldn’t help himself. Her sweet pussy was too tight, her tigress’s role too enticing. Gritting his teeth, he pulled her to her feet, then pushed her to her knees on the floor. “ Bend over the bed,” he commanded.
     
    She obeyed, suddenly eager to please now that she knew she was getting what she craved. She was a vision of pure allure, blue clouds of fabric hanging in lovely disarray around her body, her hands tied behind her back as she awaited the fucking she’d begged for.
     
    He thought about issuing threats, warnings, but at the moment, all he wanted to do was sink his cock where it belonged—deep in her pretty, wet cunt . He still couldn’t believe her newly deflowered pussy could take him so well, a thought that added to his need. He couldn’t wait another second, dropping to his knees behind her, lifting her ass, and plunging his cock to the hilt.
     
    Her cry of pleasure took him to heaven and he fell into the same hot, hard rhythm as before, pounding her pussy over and over again as her sobs filled the candlelit tent.
     
    Hard, hard, hard, he fucked her. Wet and tight, in and out, his cock grew stiffer with each thrust. How long would she take it before she begged him to stop? Amid his fucking, he issued a wry chuckle. This girl? She’d probably take it all night, drain him of his seed over and over and still plead for more. Born to fuck, he thought. Born to fuck him.
     
    That was when she began moving her bound hands behind her, reaching, clawing—for anything, it seemed—another wild reaction to be being fucked. Her cries intensified as her slender, willowy fingers flailed about in desperation.
     
    Peering down, watching his cock slam into her, he saw one of her stretching fingers collide with her anus. “Oh,” she moaned at her own touch, and he had the distinct feeling she’d just discovered that part of herself