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her. He positioned himself on his knees next to her bottom. His body was on the opposite side of hers—and the mirror. Heat scorched her cheeks when she realized she could see everything clearly in the reflection. He held the lubricated dildo in his left hand and stared down at her, his expression grim.
    “Raise your ass some, Harper.”
    She bit her lower lip and rose on her haunches, lifting her ass higher in the air. He reached with his right hand, and she realized his fingers were still glossy from the lubricant. With no buildup, he buried his fingers in the crack of her ass and rubbed a fingertip against her asshole.
    She jumped.
    “I know it probably feels strange, but try not to resist it. It’ll make things harder on you, if you do.” He pressed his fingertip tighter against her. “Push back against me. It’ll go in easier that way.”
    She bit her lower lip and applied a firm pressure against his finger. He slid into her ass. She moaned.
    “That’s right,” he murmured.
    He began to fuck her with his finger. At first, Harper was overwhelmed with a strange combination of shame and arousal. She could see him in the mirror, watching himself as he penetrated her ass firmly with his forefinger, his face rigid. She clenched her eyelids shut. No sooner had she done it, however, than she craved the image of him again. Even in this, she found him compelling. Maybe
especially
in this. He pumped his hand faster, a snarl shaping his mouth. His opened his hand and gently slapped her curving buttocks every time he penetrated her with his finger.
    She groaned. His gaze flickered up. For an electric moment, their gazes met in the mirror. Holding her stare, he opened his hand and pressed it against her ass cheeks, his finger sunk deep inside her.
    “I’m glad you’re a virgin,” he said quietly. “Not only because it’s going to feel so fucking good inside you. I’m glad because
I’m
the one.” He squeezed her buttocks in his hand and pressed again, sending his finger higher inside her. A small smile flickered over his hard mouth. “Does
that
make me selfish?”
    “No,” she gasped. A subtle trembling had started in her body. “Because I’m glad, too.”
    He groaned roughly, pressing tighter with his finger, plumping her cheeks in his palm. Then he withdrew, and this time he pressed two fingers against her.
    “Press back.”
    A soughing sigh left her lungs when he entered her. She lay there, watching him penetrate her slowly. Then he slowly, firmly began to fuck her with them. Increasingly, her arousal trumped any anxiety or embarrassment
. He
did. But her shame and uncertainty added a surprisingly potent erotic jolt to the moment, as well. As did having full view of him while he did something so shockingly intimate. Her clit began to simmer at the anal stimulation . . . at the vision of him dominating her. He plunged his fingers deep and grimaced.
    “Your ass is hot. You’re starting to like it, aren’t you?” he rasped. “Harper?” he asked sharply, meeting her stare in the mirror when she didn’t answer.
    “Yes,” she whispered.
    “Look at you,” he said, and there was a harsh edge to his tone as he examined her in the mirror through a narrowed gaze. She thought she might know what he meant. Her cheeks and lips were flaming pink, and it had little to do with her sunburn. He said something under his breath, and she thought it was a curse. He withdrew his fingers from her ass. He transferred the lubricated dildo to his right hand, and her eyes widened.
    “Don’t be afraid,” he said, obviously sensing her tension. “You’re ready for it.” He spread back one cheek and pressed the tip of the dildo next to her opening.
    He spread his big left hand at the top of her ass, encompassing both cheeks, and gripped her. “Come back on it, honey,” he said. He pushed with the dildo at the same time he guided her movement, using his hand on her ass to pull her against the rubber tip.
    “Oh,” she