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pushing her dangerously close to the
edge. Then he pushed a long finger into her cunt and stroked her quickly,
making her whimper.
    “Oh yes. Keep doing that,” she begged for more.
    His mouth closed over her other nipple and suckled it as he
finger-fucked her. Annabelle’s grip on his upper arms tightened. She swayed a
little on her heels, as her knees seemed to knock together while little
fireballs burst in her belly.
    When Eric worked a second finger into her slick cunt,
Annabelle’s excitement escalated. He stroked her quickly, the heel of his hand
rubbing her clit while his fingers pushed deep into her pussy, hitting all the
right spots.
    The erotic sensations coursing through every inch of her
seemed to race toward her core. When they collided, she cried out.
    “Oh God, Eric! Oh yes!” Her climax was a powerful one,
stealing her breath and making her tremble from head to toe.
    The hand on the small of her back crushed her to Eric’s
hunky body. He held her tight and steady as her orgasm crested and then slowly
ebbed.
    He withdrew his fingers from her dripping cunt and said, in
a strained tone, “I want to fuck you, Annabelle. Now.”
    “Please,” she begged again.
    A sharp grunt fell from his lips. “Getting you off makes me
so hard. I want to be inside you when you come again.”
    Wasting no more time, she quickly divested him of his
jacket, tie and shirt. Stripping the shirt off him was like unwrapping the best
Christmas present of her life. He was magnificently built, even more so than
what she’d seen of him clothed. More so than what she’d imagined. Her hands
splayed over the rigid muscles of his chest, feeling the hard ledge of his
pectorals against her skin and the flexing and tightening her touch evoked.
    His large hands gripped her waist. The way he looked at her
with such carnal and unapologetic lust made her desperate to strip off the rest
of his clothes and beg him to fuck her.
    “Want to go into the bedroom?” she asked, though she’d be
perfectly content to have him do her right here in the living room.
    His thoughts clearly ran the same way. He said, “This room
will work for now.”
    Annabelle’s stomach flipped. Eric removed the remainder of
his clothes, leaving Annabelle breathless. Speechless.
    He pulled a condom from his wallet, tore the packet open and
rolled the condom down his shaft. Then he whirled her around and without
preamble, bent her over the plump, rolled arm of the couch. She let out a
playful squeal as her upper body landed on the pillows piled in the corner.
Eric’s hands cupped her ass, massaging and kneading. Then his fingers slid
along the cleft, circling the rim of her anus, which would be filled tomorrow
night. His fingers swept forward and he rubbed her clit in quick strokes that
lit her up instantly.
    All of those glorious sensations he so easily evoked built
within her again. When his fingers left that swollen, sensitive nub between her
legs, she was just about to protest, since she’d been so close to coming. But
then the tip of his hard cock pressed against her opening and it was all
Annabelle could do not to beg him to thrust into her pussy.
    She glanced at him over her shoulder, her insides igniting
from the heated look he gave her. He stared at her intently, his green eyes
blazing with desire.
    “Do it,” she urged. “Fuck me. I want to feel you in my
pussy, Eric.”
    He groaned. “I want to fuck you hard, Annabelle.”
    She let out a long sigh. “Oh God, yes. I want it, Eric. I
want you .”
    “Hold on, Annabelle,” he said in a dark tone that made her
cunt clench and her fingers curl around the edges of a pillow.
    Eric’s hands on her ass spread her cheeks as he thrust into
her, making her cry out. His hands shifted to her waist and he held her firmly
as he fucked her, jolting Annabelle’s body and causing strange, primal sounds
to fall from her lips.
    “You’re so tight,” he whispered. “You feel so good,
Annabelle.”
    Her back arched