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discomfort, just
to accommodate him there. There was just nothing easy about him, I thought with
a jolt of wry amusement.
    He frowned at me, clearly not happy that I should be smiling
at this exact moment, and then I suddenly wasn’t smiling at all as he began to
enter me.
    After all the cold test tubes that he had used on me, he
felt almost insanely hot, and he was huge and thick. Despite having been so
stretched, my inner walls began to burn again as he pushed his way in. After
every tiny advancement he withdrew and used his fingers to coat himself with my
juices at the point of our junction, at the same time rubbing at my clit,
keeping me on the brink of orgasm. I grasped ineffectively at the countertop as
he slowly split me in two.
    “Does it hurt?” he rasped.
    I moaned and nodded.
    “That’s good.” His voice was a growl of satisfaction. “I like
that. I’m taking you, I’m making you mine. I’m branding you, so that you know
you belong to me. It should hurt.”
    As he spoke he drove the last couple of inches into me and
stopped abruptly, butting up against the entrance to my womb, filling me to the
absolute.
    “You can come now,” he growled and circled his thumb over my
clit, mercilessly driving me over the edge.
    The orgasm that had been withheld for so long exploded in me
like a supernova, racking my body in spasms of painful intensity. I couldn’t breathe,
I couldn’t move, and he pounded into me just as he had wanted to, each stroke
prolonging the pain and the pleasure, forcing another helpless contraction of
my muscles around his cock. I was distantly aware of him lifting my feet onto
his shoulders and forcing my knees back, so that I was displayed to him as he
fucked me to the edge of reason.
    He joined me in my orgasm with an almost inhuman shout, back
arching, helpless to resist the spasms that racked my cunt. I could feel the
hot spurts of his semen even through the condom as he pumped out everything he
had.
    At last he collapsed forward onto me, leaning over me on the
counter, his head resting on my lower belly, our breathing harsh and strained.
    We stayed like that for a few minutes, trying to get our
breathing back under control, and when he straightened and pulled away from me
I felt a chill where his head had rested. He carefully closed my lab coat,
crossing it over in front of me, then using the coattails to wipe me clean,
quite tenderly, between my legs.
    “Unfortunately this is neither your place nor mine,” he said
quietly, zipping himself up again. “We’ll have to go back to the party and say
our goodbyes. Then you can come home with me.”
    I battled to get upright so that I was sitting on the edge of
the counter, and he was still standing between my legs. He kissed me gently and
deeply, smoothing my hair out of my face. He tasted wonderful and I was
surprised to realize that I wanted another orgasm with him.
    “I can’t just go home with you,” I said in horror. “I forgot
all about Justin! He’ll be wondering what the hell happened to me!”
    “Well, it wasn’t actually hell, was it?” He smiled into my
eyes, his heart-stoppingly handsome face mere centimeters from mine.
    I shook my head. There was no point in trying to lie. He
knew how much I had enjoyed it and how hard I’d come.
    “Justin’s fine,” he said with a short laugh. “I told him
that you would be going home with me, and he was thrilled, by the way. Besides,
when I left the party to come after you, he was already in a lock with a
redhead on the dance floor. From the way they were carrying on, I wouldn’t be
surprised if he’s gone back to her place.”
    I smiled. That was typical Justin—easy-looking, easygoing,
easy, easy, easy. We seldom left parties together, even if we’d arrived
together. Only I was always the one who took a taxi home.
    Simon handed me my little bundle of stockings and panties
from his pocket.
    “I’d like to keep these,” he joked, “but you’re going to
need them. You