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urgent. I bite his lower lip, suck on it. He draws my tongue into his mouth. The kiss is so deep I feel it all the way down.
    His hands move to my waist and he slides his cock into my pussy.
    We both groan at the pleasure.
    “God, you feel good.” He holds me to him so that I’m filled up inside. Our eyes meet and we search the other’s face. “I mean it, Cadence. I want all of you. Every last inch of you to be mine.”
    His words make my throat tighten and the butterflies in my stomach stretch and yawn in delicious ecstasy. But I don’t know what to say, how to respond. My emotions are all over the place. Except I know one thing. “Fuck me,” I whisper.
    Zane closes his eyes a moment. Opens them. Then slowly lifts me off his cock. I gasp at the pleasure. He pushes me slowly back onto him and we start a rhythm. Slow. Intense. Filled with an incredible heat. I lean into him and press a soft kiss to his lips. Then another. I let my hands wander the muscles on his shoulders, down his arms to his thick biceps and to his taut chest and down his abs.
    He kisses me and our rhythm intensifies.
    Zane pulls away, leaning his head back against the tub. I kiss his neck, his shoulders, every inch of him I can reach.
    Water sloshes over the edges but we’re both too into the way our bodies feel together to care.
    Zane’s eyes are closed, his long lashes wet and parted. His hair is longer than when we first met and it curls slightly at the ends. His hands move from my waist to my breasts. He cups them. Opens his eyes and teases my nipples until they’re hardened.
    We move together faster. His body tenses and I know he’s going to come soon. Mine is coming too, but I don’t want it to end, so I stop.
    He looks at me. “What’s wrong?”
    I give him a sly grin. “I need pain with my pleasure, Mr. Zane.”
    His face lights up like a Christmas tree. “Do you?”
    “Most definitely.”

 
     
    Chapter 8
     
    We climb out of the tub. He wraps me in a towel, then wraps one around his waist. “Go into the kitchen,” he commands.
    I’m a little surprised, but only for a second. The man knows how to fuck. Whatever he has in mind, I’ve no doubt I’ll enjoy it. “Okay,” I say and turn away.
    As I’m leaving, he rips the towel off me. I don’t turn back, but shake my ass suggestively as I walk: my fuck-me walk.
    When I get into the kitchen, I’m not sure what to do, so I sit on one of the white plastic barstools pushed against the island in the kitchen.
    Zane walks out a few minutes later. He’s carrying an oblong looking egg attached to a small cord. I know what it is and my pussy gets wet.
    “What do you intend to do with that?” I ask . I just want to play, to fuck for as long as possible.
    He smiles. “You’ll see.” He sets it on the counter and helps me stand. “I’m going to lift you onto the counter. Lie down on your back. It’ll probably be a little cold.”
    He puts his hands around my waist and lifts me onto the counter. I scoot towards the middle and lie down.
    “Bend your knees, sweet Cadence.”
    I rest my feet on the counter so my knees are bent and hold them together. He growls softly and pushes them open. I let my legs fall to the sides. The lips of my pussy spread wide. For him.
    Zane slides a finger inside. Pulls it out. “So fucking wet.” He picks up the egg and presses it into my ass. It slides in easily. Then he turns it on. The vibration is intense and I rock my head from side to side. “Fuck, Zane. That feels good. Where’s the pain? I want it.”
    He opens one of the kitchen draws and pulls out a nipple clamp. Then another. As he clamps them on the pain is intense, but good. Then he turns me so that my pussy is at the edge of the counter. Slides two fingers inside and brushes his fingers against my walls.
    I moan at the intense pleasure. He pulls out and opens the refri gerator. I’m intrigued. He pulls out a cucumber, goes to the sink and washes it, then brings it over. It’s a big