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his hand in it and lifting her face away from his. “Ride me, girl. Now.”
    Eugenie straightened and obeyed. She lifted her body and lowered herself onto him again, trying to keep the motion slow and smooth. Aaron quirked his upper lip.
    “You fuck like a girl.”
    “I am a girl, Sir.”
    He narrowed his eyes. “Fuck me like you mean it, Genie.”
    “Like this, Sir?” She lifted her body and this time slammed her weight back down, sending waves of pleasure through her pussy. She couldn’t contain her groan.
    “Better. But I was thinking more like this.” He placed his hands on her hips again, taking her weight, taking control. He lifted her then dragged her back down sharply at the same time as he thrust upward. The stroke was hard, driving deep, and Eugenie cried out at the sheer carnality of it. Her pussy walls started to convulse, her orgasm gathering low down in her body.
    “Christ, Sir, yes, yes! May I come? Please, I need…”
    “Yes. Come when you like. This is your reward, enjoy it.” He punctuated his words with more sharp upward thrusts, each one sending shivers of delight through Eugenie, waves of pure pleasure washing over her.
    She looped her arms around his neck and hung on when Aaron took over the action. Her legs turned to jelly. She could not have maintained the motion even if she’d wanted to. If he’d permitted it. Aaron lifted her effortlessly and drove his cock into her again and again, each plunge sending her closer and closer to the edge. Suddenly she was there, spinning, weightless while he pounded his cock inside her.
    No sooner did she come down from that high than he was pushing her again, this time by sliding his hand between their bodies to rub her clit. Eugenie clung to him as he angled his cock. He rotated his hips slightly to increase the friction. His thrusts shortened, became more concentrated, and somehow he found that sweet inner place where all her nerve endings seemed to meet. Her pussy spasmed beyond any conscious control of hers as Aaron fucked her, his skill and unerring control obvious. He played her body like a violin.
    “Sir, Sir… Oh, God, Cela se sent tellement bon… ” Eugenie started to convulse again as her third orgasm bubbled and swelled to consume her senses.
    “It sure does, honey, putain, c’est parfai t.” Aaron’s low growl rumbled against her ear as he tightened his grip on her. He lengthened his strokes, shuddering when his own climax loomed. He drove his cock deep into her one last time then held still, the head of his cock nudging Eugenie’s cervix for an instant before the hot swill of his semen pumped from him to fill the condom.
     
    They lay still for several minutes, neither having the energy to move. At last, Aaron tapped Eugenie on the hip before lifting her from him. He dealt with the condom, knotting the end and dropping it on the floor to be disposed of later. Then he turned her, so she was cradled in his lap, and smoothed the tangled hair from her face.
    “Are you satisfied now, my beautiful petite salope ?”
    She snuggled in, gripping the front of his shirt with her fists. “ Oui, monsieur, très satisfait. Merci. ”
    Aaron nuzzled the top of her head, loving the sweet smell of her hair. It had a sort of citrus tang to it, very sensual. He breathed her in as she shifted in his arms.
    She leaned back, peering up at him. “You spoke to me in French, Sir. And you understood what I said.”
    “Mmm, I did.”
    “You speak French?”
    “Evidently. Not as fluent as your English, but good enough to keep up with you.”
    She grinned. “You knew the swear words too.”
    “Ah yes, but that’s what every English schoolboy goes straight for. I’ve picked up a few more since and I’ve no doubt you could teach me some as well.”
    “You have been to France?”
    “Yes, many times. It’s a beautiful country. I particularly love Paris.”
    “Ah, me too. I studied in Paris, before I came to England. I would love to go back there.