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yet still very hard. She thought that couldn’t be possible the pain was making her think crazy things. But it was true, he has lessened that the pain melted into manageable discomfort. She opened her eyes and he was looking at her, his eyes inquiring.
    “Better?”
    In answer, she pulled him closer, reveling in the pain and sensation, like she wanted him more than she feared the pain. Then he moved, and the pain mingled into something so good that she was moaning hard and long inside her head. He began to earnestly fuck her, full and hard and getting faster. His urgency was so intense that he never let up, even for a moment, even as she came again, and again, and she cannot stop cumming.
    This really must be a dream because that was just impossible, to have a hundred orgasm in just one fucking session?! But he moved like a whip, and she was burning, and she was still cumming. He was consuming her, eating her up like he was fire and she was dry leaves.
    Yes. Yes. Yes, Beautiful. Cum for me. Cum! We’ll be here all night… you will keep me alive…
    And she came, and she came, and she came until it was dawn and she had nothing more to give…

Chapter Five
    THERE WAS LIGHT everywhere and Cassie felt great.
    She was soaking up the sun in a beach chair facing the sea with a pineapple fruit shake in one hand. Everything felt calm and she made a mental note that she deserved this; a reward for all her hard work about… something.
    She shook her head. She could not remember what. But it had been hard work and it had depleted all that she has. She had to take all the sun that she could get. She needed the sun so much, but she couldn’t explain why.
    She saw people working on banana boats, playful people dangling from parachutes being hauled by speed boats. But most of all, she saw gorgeous Paulo the Latino, or maybe a Greek transplant hottie from the hotel she was staying. She’d hired him for a full-body massage— the Complete Paulo Package.
    Cassie hadn’t made that up. That was the ad. Clearly it was meant to be suggestive. She hoped to find out if Paulo’s package was really “complete” as it promised.
    Initially, she’d just wanted a regular massage. But after seeing him, she thought he looked vaguely familiar. From school, a store, a club…? She dimly remembered cushy sofas she’d bounced on. But, Paulo, here and now, smiled at her, his eyes bright and happy, his smile to die for, and she stopped trying to remember.
    What happened to his sad eyes?
    She didn’t know where that thought came from. She felt surprised for a moment, but then it suddenly did not matter because Cassie felt positively lascivious as she gazed at his smiling, handsome face. She wondered if she could get him to go back to her room with her and lock herself in with him and fuck him till he begged for more.
    His sweet, angel-like smile made her sigh. His lips were almost femininely sensual. He kept combing his hair back against the breeze with his wicked fingers. He was a wonderful masseur but she still felt “tense”—but not from tired or cramped muscles. At least not “cramped muscles” in her limbs or back.
    Paulo had just finished her… well, finished massaging her back and the backs of her thighs and legs. Now she’d flipped over to lay on her back and he was just massaging down her thighs. Cassie tensed her muscles on purpose, to make him knead the muscles longer. Naughty, naughty Cassie.
    “You’re so tight, señora.”
    You have no idea. Damn it. Now, she worried that she might explode.
    “Relax, Señora Cassie. Give in to me.”
    She relaxed, but that delicious “tension” he generated in her was still there, deep between them. He was now kneading down her lower leg. He touched a particularly sensitive cluster of nerves that made her core nearly burst.
    Cassie stifled a moan – or a giggle. She wanted to do both. She saw him glance furtively at her through his thick, long lashes, probably to check if she were watching