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the slow buildup that was driving her crazy. She had never been the type to demand anything in bed and now her only thought was to scream at him to fuck her harder. But not giving in was more important. His stone-gray eyes staring down at her were a constant reminder that it was a battle of wills.
    Time passed, but she had no idea how long. All she knew that she was filled up with the greatest cock she had ever seen. But instead of screaming with the joy of it, she was locked in a staring contest with what seemed to be the most stubborn male on the planet.
    At first her body just became more sensitive. She could feel his ball sac occasionally rubbing against her ass. Then she started getting warmer. The heat started in her groin and slowly spread until it burnt up every inch of her skin. Even though the pressure was building enough to make her erupt, she didn’t respond. She was still giving him the bland stare and he was still driving into her with the same slow pace. She was sure he was going to get tired, or at least need to change position, but he was rock steady above her.
    The only sign he gave that he was exerting himself was the thin sheen of sweat that covered his torso. The pheromones it was mixed with reached her nose. It was a primal concoction that went directly to her brain stem. There was no way to suppress the subconscious reaction to it. All self-control was gone as her body rebelled against her. Her eyes lost the ability to focus, on him or on anything else in the room. She closed her eyes just as the shudder went down her spine. She was breathing through clenched teeth, letting the orgasm roll over her. She was no longer just lying there, letting him do all the work. Her pelvis was rising up to meet him, making their bodies smack as they pounded into each other.
    She realized when she finally let go—she was getting fucked in ways she hadn’t imagined possible. Every drive of his cock into her was another starburst of sensory overload and each one was coming faster than the one before it. Time drew out as he pounded into her over and over again.
    His mouth came down on her neck. Her skin wasn’t ready for the touch and it drove her into another orgasm. She wrapped her arms around him, held him tight up against her. What had been back-to-back orgasms turned into a continuous one that she didn’t think she was going to be able to survive. Her muscles contorted her body into a position that gave him even deeper access. She was calling out, but even she couldn’t make sense of the sounds she was making.
    She prayed that he was going to climax soon. She was getting concerned that the orgasm would never stop. She had never heard of a woman having a never-ending orgasm, but that didn’t reassure her that it wasn’t going to happen to her.
    Finally his body flexed above her. He gave a visceral grunt she barely heard. His back arched, driving him even deeper inside her and grinding his pelvis into her sensitive clit. It was like the finale of the best fireworks show she had ever seen, only inside her body instead of up in the sky. By the time the explosions stopped, she was limp in the bed and he was sprawled next to her.
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    One limb at a time, Tori tested them for responsiveness. To her surprise, they were all working, even if they were slow to react. She wanted to lie there and enjoy the feeling of being completely sated. Unfortunately, she was thirsty. It wasn’t the kind of thirst that was annoying and could be ignored. Her throat felt like burning sandpaper. She was going to have to get up and find something to quench it.
    Collin was lying next to her and was already asleep. Nothing about the sexual experience had been typical, so she could let it slide that he’d fallen right to sleep in true male fashion. He made soft sounds, not quite snores, each time he exhaled.
    She tentatively put her weight on her legs and didn’t end up falling. At least she didn’t have to fumble around in the