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thighs. Yes, this was just sex, dirty raunchy, nasty sex. This was just what she wanted.
    Patrick took one hand up and used it to move one of her legs up so that they were both over one shoulder and thrust hard inside her. She cried out around Alex’s flesh and glanced at Patrick. He grinned at her and somehow she knew that he had done that to get her attention focussed on him for a bit. Hell, she had it bad if even Patrick knew that she was fixated on Alex. His smile softened and she knew that he must be reading some of the fear and anxiety in her. That slow southern boy charm hid a very sharp mind and she had best start remembering that. Now that he had her attention he increased his rhythm until he was moving like a piston each hard thrust dragging along her sheath and bringing her that much closer to orgasm. She closed her eyes and felt Alex wrap his long fingers in her hair using them to keep her face and mouth at just the angle he wanted them. But Patrick was finally giving her what she needed from him, a hard, deep fucking that helped her push Alex to the outskirts of her mind and had her focusing on her pussy and the pleasure it was receiving. Yes, this was just what she needed, what she wanted. She hummed her pleasure around Alex’s dick and felt him jerk as the vibrations moved along his shaft and down into his balls. She could actually feel the globes tightening against her chin and that made her feel triumphant, like she was pushing him toward the same pleasure she was reaching, like she was stealing his control. So she continued her humming while she undulated under Patrick trying desperately to push her hips up against him to intensify the invasion of his every thrust. This was pleasure, the bone deep kind that left you completely dazed and sated at the end. This was what she needed from them and what she needed to give them before she walked away. And she would walk away, no matter what was beginning between her and Alex. She would never give her father the pleasure of doing what he wanted. And God alone knew that her hatred for that man would far outweigh her love… Oh hell no was she using that word. Her lust for any other man. Yeah, lust. That was all sex was ever about and all that it ever would be about as far as she was concerned. Men were a dime a dozen and there would be plenty of others in her life after she walked away from Alex. And Patrick.
    Patrick slammed her back into the present with a stroke hard enough to make her tighten her teeth around Alex which had him crying out as well. Hell, he seemed to like her teeth if the flex of his shaft meant anything. So she nipped again allowing her natural instinct to take over while Patrick became an animal between her thighs. He was moving so fast now, his jaw tightened with the pleasure he was feeling. The drag of his cock burned her flesh and when he reached down and pushed against her clit with his thumb she exploded. Black dots danced at the edges of her vision and she screamed her pleasure. Alex pulled out of her mouth and she was almost ashamed of the teeth marks that showed on his length. But Patrick kept thrusting and each one sent her spiralling further into oblivion. She was on the edge of unconsciousness when she heard the roar and felt the shudder going through Patrick’s body. His hips slammed into hers and held there with only small flexes as his cock thickened and burst inside her. His release triggered another one in her but it was only small waves and didn’t have the intensity of the first one. He stayed there for a moment lost in his own pleasure and then his chocolate brown eyes opened and for just a moment they looked sad.
    He eased her legs off of his shoulders and bent down over her until his face was in front of hers. “Thanks Maggie. You’re incredible.” With that he kissed her lightly on the lips, just a touch from his to hers and then he was pulling away, pulling out and leaving the bed. “I’m hitting the shower,” he