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panties.
    He grabs the elastic, twists, and seconds later there’s a snap and my panties fall to the ground.
    Did he just rip my panties off?
    The touch of his mouth on my bare flesh answers the question and all thoughts focus on one indisputable fact.
    His mouth and tongue are the best things to ever touch my pussy.
    “Oh my…” I don’t even realize I’ve spoken out loud till I feel him chuckle against my thigh.
    Holding my thigh in place he places hot lingering kisses from my knee all the way to where I’m aching for him again.
    He licks his tongue from my tight slit to my clit, and again, and again.
    It’s like he knows exactly how to give me what I need and drive me crazy all at the same time.
    He just keeps going, his tongue and mouth hot and eager on my sensitive flesh.
    His fingers grasp me, holding me in place with a grip that is almost painful, and he groans, his whole body vibrating as he works me harder.
    It is almost like he was enjoying it.
    The other men I’ve been with made no secret of the fact that they didn’t enjoy using their mouths, and since I didn’t seem to like it much either, I never complained.
    Of course, it never felt like this!
    All too soon I can feel that familiar sweet build in my belly, tightening the muscles in my thighs, making my fingers grip the doorframe that much tighter until...
    My toes curl and I feel my climax rushing through my veins, draining me of all thought and reason.
    By the time I’m floating back to Earth, I realize that I’m in my stranger’s arms and he’s carrying me into the bedroom.
    He places me gently on the bed but doesn’t follow.
    “Get on your hands and knees,” he says gruffly. “I want you from behind.”
    With a rush of excitement I do as I’m told, rolling onto my front and pulling myself up on my hands and knees.
    My whole body is trembling and tingling with anticipation and I can hear him moving in the darkness behind me.
    Cloth slides over cloth, footsteps pad over carpet, the bed dips and my breath catches.
    A mouth brushes over my bottom, up my back, and as his kisses move higher up my spine, I feel fingers caressing over my thighs.
    “Your skin is so warm and soft,” he murmurs. “It’s like brushing my lips over heated silk.”
    I want to tell him how amazing his mouth feels on me, I want to promise that he can touch me, taste me any time.
    I want to say his name, moan his name, scream his name, and not knowing it feels like a hollow in my chest, yawning dark and empty.
    “Please tell me your name,” I whisper but he chuckles against my back and instead settles his hands on my hips, holds me fast and eases his large cock into my eager opening.
    “Yes, Hannah,” he grunts, his fingers digging into my hips as he forces more and of his girth into me. “You’re even tighter than last time.”
    It’s all I can do to grip the sheets and keep my balance as he takes me long and slow from behind.
    I bite my lip and moan in delight as he pulls his incredible cock out and out and out, before sliding back in and in and in.
    Slowly, agonizingly, the rhythm gets faster, smoother.
    I can feel his whole body trembling with the control he has over his body.
    He’s trying to hold on, trying not to hurt me; he’s holding back.
    “Please,” I beg, getting a tighter grip on the sheets. “Don’t hold back, Take me, take me the way you want. I need you to…” My worlds dissolve into a shocked cry as he suddenly pulls back only to slam back inside, hard, rough, my delighted, “Yes!” fueling his fire.
    My world is lost to a wave of passion and arousal.
    My stranger holds me in place with an iron grip and takes me hard and fast the way he wants, the way I want.
    I’ve only ever read about sex like this.
    I never believed I might be a participant, and that I’d love it.
    I need his name!
    I need to tell him, show him that he’s the only one who makes me feel like this, who’s ever made my body tremor and bow beneath his hands and