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his fingers from my sheath and spanks my ass with one wet hand. “That’s what I like to hear, baby.” One hand grips my hip, and I barely have time to beg for more of his hand when he fits the head of his cock at my entrance and then slams home.
    And I give an undignified squeal. It’s a mix of pleasure, pain, and delicious shock. It’s been a while since I’ve had sex, and Solo’s got big equipment. I’m wet as hell, but it’s still a tight fit and it pinches for the first moment. Then, that delicious sensation of being utterly filled takes over and I moan with sheer pleasure.
    “That’s right,” he murmurs. His hand slides over my ass and my lower back, and then he grips my hip again and thrusts fucking hard. Once. Then, he pulls almost all the way out and does it again, driving into me with such force that I slide across the blankets a few inches. And he doesn’t stop.
    And I love it. God, I love it. He’s not being careful with me in the slightest, and I eat it up. I groan with every thudding stroke he pounds into my cunt, and he’s moving so hard and fierce that his balls slap against my pussy as he fucks me, and that creates an entirely different set of sensations that drive me wild.
    A few more thrusts, and I’m crying out his name, begging for another release. “Please!”
    “Please what, Lucky? Please fuck this tight pussy of yours?” He rocks into me again, and his hand slaps my flank once more.
    “Please make me come!”
    “I thought you came against my mouth,” he teases.
    “Again,” I demand. And since he’s not listening to me, my hand goes to my pussy and I start to play with my clit as he continues to pound into my cunt.
    “Nu-uh,” he tells me. “That’s mine tonight.” And his hand pushes aside mine and he begins to finger my pussy even as he presses deeper into me.
    I scream as another, harder orgasm sweeps over me. This one makes my entire pussy clench hard, rippling and tight around his cock, and I’m squeezing him hard even as every inch of my body feels squeezed with the fierce orgasm. “That’s right,” he murmurs between clenched teeth. “That’s fucking right, Lucky. You’re mine.”
    And he drives into me again before he loses control himself. I’m pretty sure my brains have been fucked into oblivion as his thrusts change to slow and ragged, and then he rolls both of us over onto our sides, spent and panting.
    We’re spooning and trying to recover our breath, but even as we do, his hand moves to my breast and clasps it possessively.
    I am all his tonight, it seems. And I don’t mind this in the slightest.

Chapter Three
    I wake up the next morning to a hard cock pressed against my buttocks, and a hand sliding between my thighs. Solo wastes no time, it seems, because he moves straight for my clit and begins to tease it with his fingers. I moan and press back against him, and it only encourages him to move his fingers faster, driving me crazy.
    “Hold that thought,” he murmurs against my ear, and I make a noise of protest as his hand leaves my pussy. But then I hear the tear of a condom wrapper and he shifts behind me, and I know I’m about to get just what I need, and soon.
    When he has the condom on, he pushes his hand back between my legs again, and slicks his fingers between my labia. “You wet for me, Penny?”
    I nod and reach backward for him, running my hand along those sexy sideburns that drive me so freaking wild. They felt incredible against my thighs last night.
    “Good,” he murmurs, and he lifts one thigh and then pushes into me from behind. Then, we’re joined, side by side, and he begins to rock slowly into me, his movements not as bone-jarring and intense as last night, but slow and delicious.
    “Mmm,” I murmur, loving the way he feels as he rocks into me over and over again, unhurried, as if he has all day to do nothing but sink into me and make me feel good. And I kind of like that thought. Of hours of endless pleasure, of his skin