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and over as he fucked her. He probably should have gone easier on her, been a little more gentle due to her inexperience, but his nature was to take, to dominate, and remain in control. A control he wasn’t sure he could maintain with this woman. He came in a heated rush; his come spewing deep inside her womb. He was thankful he had decided to give in to his curiosity and finally made this trip to meet Sasha face to face.
    Sasha woke early the next morning as she usually did. Even a vigorous, unaccustomed night of sex couldn’t keep her from rising at the break of dawn. Slipping quietly from the bed, she grabbed a robe and padded into the kitchen, leaving Derrick sprawled face down in her bed sound asleep. As she put coffee on, her sore body reminded her of all the activity she had indulged in yesterday, and she smiled ruefully. Who would ever have thought she would be fucking Derrick Matthews?
    Patrons that bought his artwork from her often speculated on what he looked like and what it would be like to catch the attention of such a man. A man whose life literally revolved around sex. The men were envious of his open lifestyle; the women were curious about what it would take to get his attention. She still didn’t know what he saw in her or why he was making the effort to broaden her horizons. He was a man who frequented places that catered to people who knew the score, experienced people in ways she could barely imagine. She was resigned to the fact that he would get bored with her long before his week on Nantucket was up, and that he would probably leave early or move to the bed and breakfast where she had made reservations for him.
    Sasha poured herself a cup of coffee, laced it with cream and sugar, and leaned against the counter as she stared out at the beautiful sunrise. She planned on enjoying the man for as long as he wanted her; and, when he left, she would have real memories instead of fantasies to masturbate to.
    Derrick watched Sasha sip her coffee as she leaned on the counter and stared at the rising sun. Dressed in a short terry cloth robe, her long legs bare and her round ass stuck out was more temptation than he could resist. Moving up behind her, he leaned one hand on the counter next to her as he lifted her robe with the other.
    “I thought I told you I wanted you naked here at home.”
    Sasha jerked; her coffee sloshing before she set the cup down hastily. He exposed her bare ass, and she was immediately turned on, her pussy dampening with need. “I…I forgot,” she stammered as his hand rested lightly in her left buttock.
    “Then you need a reminder.” His hand swatted her ass hard causing her to cry out.
    Sasha lowered her head to her folded arms, unconsciously assuming a pose of submission as he spanked her hard and fast, the sting making her gasp in both pain and pleasure. Sasha wiggled in frustration, needing to be fucked, but he didn’t seem to be in any hurry to let up on his painful ministrations.
    “Derrick, please,” she finally moaned, loving the fiery heat in her ass but needing to feel him deep in her pussy.
    Derrick relented even though he was enjoying the feel of her hot flesh beneath his palm. Releasing his cock, he grabbed her hips and thrust into her pussy from behind, taking her fast and hard again. The way she shoved back against him, the grasping walls of her cunt as she quickly climaxed, told him this was how she wanted it. Their grunts and the sound of their slapping hips sounded crude in the quiet morning, the lilt of birds singing seemed incongruous as they fucked so hard and fast.
    Derrick shuddered, groaning as he came inside her tight pussy, her walls milking his cock until there was nothing left.
    Sasha tried to maintain an air of nonchalance as they ate breakfast, but being completely naked while a handsome, virtual stranger sat across from her was making it almost impossible. Derrick wore nothing but jeans, and his muscled chest coated with dark curling hair was