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chest hair against her back. His hands caressed her ass again, probing. Michael used his feet to spread her legs wider.
    Grace flinched slightly as Michael pressed the soap against her anus. She could still feel his rock hard cock against her ass cheek. She was uneasy but not afraid. She trusted him. He would never hurt her. But could she trust herself? When he gave her a choice, what would her increasingly wanton body allow her to say?
    His hands roamed everywhere, the sides of her breasts, her hips. His breath was hot on her neck, raising gooseflesh.
    Michael’s voice was deep and dark. "Say yes…"
    Grace could only moan yes, trembling against Michael’s warm, wet body. His fingers replaced the soap and slid between her pussy lips until they found her clit. He rubbed her, caressing and lightly pinching. Grace jerked in response as nerves sparked between her clit and vagina.
    "I’m going to take you Grace."
    "Oh yes, please." Grace longed to feel him. The anticipation had been building, and she was aching to feel him inside her.
    Michael replaced his fingers with his cock and slid it between her legs. He pushed forward until the head of his cock brushed her clit, and then pulled back across her vagina and ass again and again until Grace didn’t know how much longer she could wait. His cock was hitting the sensitive opening of her pussy and she clenched in response.
    "Michael, please…please!" The friction of his cock against her made her tremble with each stroke.
    He laughed. "How much do you want me?" His voice vibrated with sensual promise.
    "Oh, so much, please don’t tease me." She rubbed herself against him. Her reserve was buried for the moment. All she could think about was his cock filling her.
    "A better question is…where do you want me?" He paused, waiting for her response.
    Grace didn’t pretend to misunderstand. She recalled how Michael’s cock had stretched her pussy and shivered at the thought of him taking her in the ass.
    "Michael. . ." Grace’s voice was hesitant. Did she want this? Was it too much too soon?
    "You can Grace. I know you can." She felt the tip of his cock press against her anus. Grace shivered, speechless. No words came as she tensed in expectation.
    His fingers spread her ass cheeks, his hips pressed forward, harder, and his cock entered her ass. Grace gasped. It was so tight. The stretching sensation was intense. Michael’s hands stroked her softly, calming her, relaxing her while he continued to press the head of his cock inside her ass. Grace whimpered but didn’t protest.
    "Shhhh. It’s okay, baby. It’s okay. Relax." When the head fully breached the tight ring of her asshole, Michael paused, letting her adjust. Grace took deep gasping breaths while Michael crooned in her ear.
    "You feel so good baby. You’re so tight, I can hardly hold back."
    Grace relaxed as Michael’s confidence and patience soothed her. The discomfort was not as great as it had been a moment ago when he first pushed inside. Michael pressed forward again, gentle but insistent. Grace was overwhelmed. It was almost painful on one level, yet her pussy was hot and achy and her swollen clit throbbed.
    Michael continued to press inside until his whole shaft was inside her ass.
    His breath tingled in her ear. "Are you okay?"
    Grace could only nod. She could feel his cock throbbing in her ass like a beating heart. It fit so tight, she could feel every curve and contour.
    He withdrew, only halfway, before thrusting back inside. With each stroke, he pulled out further and thrust forward faster. Grace felt hot shocks of pleasure and could not help pressing back against him.
    Michael voice held amusement. "I knew you’d love this. You can’t fool me with that prim and proper routine." He stopped thrusting, and Grace wiggled back toward him.
    "Tell me. Tell me what you want Grace." His voice was firm.
    Grace’s body flushed all over, trembling with arousal. "Please Michael…"
    "Please what?" He held himself