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She closed her eyes and tried to figure out a way to take it all back. She never spoke like that and especially not in bed. She had no idea what had come over her.
    “There will be no need for that, just let me get a condom,” he said.
    She wanted to melt into the bed, but knew it wasn’t going to happen. She even had the idea to just get up and leave, but if she did that she would have no one to satisfy the urgent sexual need that pulsed through her. You’re just going to have to stay here and finish this role of sexual deviant you’ve placed yourself in .
    The condoms were in the nightstand, so he had to walk around the end of the bed to get them. She took the opportunity to slide up, lying across his bedspread naked with her head on his pillows. She thought that she just might be able to pull off being sexually assertive. All she had to do was open her eyes.
    She finally looked at him when she felt the mattress sag with his weight. He already had the condom on and was crawling across to her. She wouldn’t have blamed him if he hadn’t been interested after her comments, but not only was he still there, his erection was still huge.
    He lifted her leg and swung it over her head. His eyes still looked like dark storm clouds and the corners of his mouth were pulled up in a smirk. It seemed as if he had all the confidence she needed. All it took was a small flex of his hip to drag the head of his penis over her pussy. The rigid shaft easily forced its way between her labia and teased her entrance. All the angst over what she said was gone as the urgent desire that had caused it flooded over her again.
    “I was going to bring you to climax with my mouth,” he said. “But you didn’t want me to. I want you to think about that as I slowly fuck you.”
    That was when she realized he was having fun. He was obviously aroused—his rock-hard erection was twitching as if it was trying to get into her. Yet he wasn’t in the throes of passion like she was.
    She knew he was waiting for her to react, but she wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction. She locked her gaze with his and was determined not to make a noise or change her expression until he did. It was as if his smirk was a permanent fixture on his face and it was more than enough to inspire a little self-control in her.
    He started inside her. It was tighter than she’d expected. She exhaled through pursed lips, but didn’t break eye contact. He stopped when just his head was in, raising one eyebrow. She knew he was waiting for a response, waiting for her to say “stop”, but he still had the smirk. She plastered the same cryptic smile on her lips and waited for him to continue.
    Even though her expression was set, she was thankful he was giving her time to adjust to his size. Her vaginal walls needed to stretch to make room for him. He leaned down, forcing another inch inside. It was so splendid. She was no longer empty—in fact she was fuller than she’d imagined possible.
    He sank even deeper. She was forcing her body to accept him, even if she would have made anyone else stop. He pushed all the way to her cervix and the sensation bordered on pain.
    She thought she was going to have to tell him to stop, but he slowly pulled back out of her. At first, all she felt was relief as her muscles went back to their normal state. But it didn’t take long for the empty sensation to return. It seemed as if he was hovering over her. She wanted to look down to where he was penetrating her, but didn’t dare break eye contact. Finally he sank back down, filling her up once again.
    The pace he set was brutally slow. It drew out the feeling of her muscles stretching to accept him, then the empty sensation as he receded. She wanted to bring her hips up to meet him, to do something to make him speed up. The tension in her body was building, but not quickly enough. She wanted it fast and hard, but the constant reminder that he was waiting for her to admit it made her endure