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was off the
charts. She was not a loose woman in any context. Her body hadn’t been used
excessively, that was for sure, which meant she picked and chose her sexual
partners with discriminating taste. Knowing that helped him regain his control
a little. He would not disappoint her.
    Finally he had himself buried balls-deep. He took a moment
to enjoy the feel of her snug body and enjoy her out of control pulsing around
him. He also needed to catch his breath. From here on out it would become
frantic.
    “Please, Tim. Fuck me. I can’t take it. You feel too damn
good.”
    “Easy,” he whispered, smoothing his hand up her spine.
    “No, not easy. Hard, brutal. I’m on the edge here.”
    He could tell by the frantic sound of her voice. Still, he
spared a moment to run his tongue along the languid line of her back until he
reached the nape of her neck. Jasmine arched, whimpered more and screwed her
ass against him. The slight motion had him drawing in a ragged breath.
    “Let me enjoy your body a moment,” he whispered, hunching
over her body and cupping a dangling breast in his palm.
    “Please.”
    He shouldn’t have done it but unable to resist, he smoothed
his hand down her tummy until he reached her clit. A few hard tugs on the
silver ball made her strangle his cock. The engorged organ gave a hard throb in
warning. Tim clenched, fighting the orgasm boiling in his balls. Okay, tease
time was over.
    He straightened, gripped her hips and pulled back. Jasmine
panted desperately, muttering incoherent words. He was right there with her.
    With all but his head removed, he surged forward, slamming
into her body with such force she jolted forward. Her cry of pleasure and
growled demand for more were met. Each pump of his hips encased him in a glory
he never knew before. Her tight, hot, eager pussy squeezed until he couldn’t
stand it. He had a choice. Either stop and regain his control or swing for the
bleachers.
    Tim came to an abrupt halt, dragging a growl of protest from
her. She turned her head and glared at him over her shoulder. He’d never seen
such wild, desperate eyes before.
    “Tell me what you want, Jasmine.” God, he loved saying her
name. Tim withdrew slightly and stopped.
    “Pound my pussy,” she demanded in a rough voice. “Pound it
so hard I can’t walk for a week, damn you. Make me come so hard I scream loud
enough to wake the people on the tenth floor, and after I come, fuck me more.”
    Well, okay then. He could do that. “Brace yourself, baby.”
Tim pulled all the way out, nudged against her opening again and drove so hard
he thought they’d both shoot across the bed onto the floor.
    His hips worked like a piston, driving, drilling and fucking
her sweet body. He glanced down, watching his cock slip in and out. Jasmine
bathed the condom in thick, heavy syrup with each thrust.
    “Yes,” she growled.
    Somehow she tightened further. He knew she was there, all it
would take is a little more and she’d plummet. Could he last through her
orgasm? Only one way to find out. Tim reached under her, grabbed her little
ball and twisted as he buried himself balls-deep inside her.
    Jasmine’s body turned rigid. Her muscles clenched and then
she pulsed around him as she screamed his name. Holy fuck, she actually
screamed his name. No one had ever done that. It could have been the shock that
helped stave off his orgasm or the need to continue fucking her but he didn’t
come.
    He pumped through her fisted muscles, gasped, snarled and
choked his way through her, milking his cock, but he never exploded. His body
poured sweat out, he shook his head and possibly bruised the tender flesh on
her hips, but he held it together.
    After her clawing at the bed and speaking in tongues died
down, her body settled. The clenching of his cock withered away until she fell
forward. He gave her a few moments, he needed them as well.
    “That was incredible,” she whispered. “You didn’t come.”
    “You said you wanted me to