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admire you best.” His voice was almost bodiless. “You are most beautiful like this, Tally, when you are writhing and greedy for me. And you are greedy for me, aren’t you?”
    “Yes!” she replied, her voice hoarse with need.
    “Hmmm…I don’t think you’re quite there, yet.”
    “No!” She could have wept. But before she had a chance to react further, a finger probed between her legs. A simple sweep of a fingertip through her moisture-ladened cleft, from her anus to her swollen clit.
    She sucked in her breath, her back arching, and her bottom pushing back.
    Carson chuckled. “Ah…the promise! Such delicate fruit!” Then, nothing.
    “I’m going to kill you,” Tally breathed.
    His lips touched hers, snatching her breath away yet again with the unexpectedness of it. “I’m going to give you such pleasure, Natalia, you wouldn’t dream of killing the source of such unique joy.”
    “Your arrogance is certainly unique.”
    “Not arrogance. Knowledge.” His tongue swept over her mouth and his lips nibbled on them. It was erotic and highly arousing despite the more direct stimulus she had already received.
    She sighed and heard his breath catch.
    “You’re a drug, Natalia Grey,” he growled. His hand came around the back of her head, and he was kissing her properly, his mouth hard against her lips. There was no finesse to this kiss and she knew that he wasn’t giving pleasure this time. He was taking. Inhaling.
    Abruptly, she was released and the same silence descended. No, not the same. She heard his breathing now. Not as hurried as hers but there, nevertheless. She was affecting him, too. Warmth spread through her at the idea that without even touching him she could exert that much power over him.
    Then his fingers slid inside her pussy and coherent thought scattered. She breathed out a choked moan as his big fingers invaded her, her muscles automatically clamping down around him. Two of them, sliding up against the walls of her vagina, stretching her, for he was spreading them.
    Then a third slid inside her and her hips bucked as the intense erotic sensations burst through her. Little moans erupted from her lips as Carson worked his fingers inside her. There was plenty of lubrication for what he was doing. She was awash in moisture. He slid his big fingers and their rough knuckles in and out, spreading her, teasing her, rubbing against the walls of her pussy. Her body seemed to melt into a quivering mass of nerves and sensations and no thought except for the marvels of pleasure and the need for more.
    Distantly, she was aware of his fingers sopping up her juices and spreading them, but she no longer questioned anything he did. She had short-circuited her logical processes and was a purely sensory creature only interested in the erotic, the sensual. When his finger rimmed her anus, she pushed her hips back, encouraging him. The sensation was unique. Unusual. She liked it. He slipped a finger inside her, and she hummed, liking the odd feeling. He probed deeper, slipped another fingertip inside. Slowly, he worked the fingers, stretching her, spreading her natural lubricant, making her moan, making her like it. Making her writhe and pant.
    His own breath was heavy and hard now. She could hear it below her own.
    The fingers in her pussy were withdrawn and a hot blunt probe pushed up against her folds instead. Carson’s cock. He still had his fingers in her ass and she realized as his other hand gripped her hip that they were going to stay there. She felt a feathering of fear, then he slid the tip of his cock into her.
    He was huge, it felt like. She could feel her pussy muscles stretch around him, accepting him, trying to draw him in like a craven wanton. Even her fingers dug into the carpeting. She whimpered. So close. So close.
    “Shhhh,” he murmured, but his voice was unsteady.
    She was coming unglued. “Fuck me, Carson,” she cried, in a throaty voice that was not her own.
    His cock pushed a