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still.
    She tried to bring his cock further inside her ass. "I can’t say." Her body was trembling on the brink.
    He pulled further out. "Yes, you can."
    Her voice quivered. "No…please. Michael, I want . . . you."
    "What do you want Grace?"
    "I want you to fuck me." Her voice was low, breathless.
    "Where Grace, where do you want to be fucked?"
    "Michael, please!"
    "Where?" His voice was a command.
    "Michael, fuck my ass, please."
    "How Grace? How do you want it?"
    "Oh Michael, deep, please, fast—don’t stop!" Her voice signaled her surrender as she released her last doubt and gave her body over to mindless sensation.
    He thrust his throbbing cock deep into her ass, faster, harder than before, until his balls brushed against her tight hole. He pulled out until just the head of his cock was within her. Grace quivered and moaned. She wondered how long he could hold out. She could feel him shaking with effort, and her pussy was twitching as a tremendous orgasm welled up inside her. He took her clit in one hand and squeezed and tugged rhythmically. With the other hand, he grasped her nipple, hard, and Grace went over the edge, shaking, crying while her pussy contracted wildly. Hot waves of pleasure spread through her abdomen up to her breasts. He bit her shoulder with his teeth, leaving a faint mark. His cock burned hot inside her as he thrust himself in to the hilt and filled her ass with hot semen.
    He rested against her gasping, crushing her against the stone, his cock still inside her ass. "You’re everything I knew you would be." He nibbled her ear gently.
    Grace blushed, still trembling. She felt bare. He’d exposed her innermost secrets. It was like he’d stolen her midnight dreams and brought them to life.
    Michael pulled his cock out of her ass gently, and they rinsed under the hot shower jets. He turned the shower off and wrapped Grace in a soft fluffy towel. He rubbed it vigorously over her skin, pink from the heat from the shower and sensitized from their experience. He drew her close and gave her a tender kiss.
    "Where should we go from here?" he queried as he stroked her hair.
    Grace smiled a slow and secret smile. She had more dreams yet to explore.
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    Malia Mallory lives in Hawaii with her husband and daughter. She's been working with words since alphabet blocks rolled into her crib, not only writing her own work but copy editing and proofreading the work of others. She has loved to read about relationships since she first sneaked off with her mother's Harlequin.
    Malia Mallory is the best-selling author of The ABCs of Erotica series, which covers the erotic spectrum from BDSM to ménage and everything in between. More releases in the series are on the way. She has also released the Mia's Cop Craving series and Santa's Backdoor Baby . Malia’s books have made the bestselling erotica lists and her books are available in electronic format at major retailers.
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Excerpt from His Desire, Her Surrender
    "Tabitha?"
    She tilted her head, waiting.
    "Take off your clothes." Dominance filled his voice. This was the Marcus she remembered. This was the Marcus her heart refused to release. Tabitha unbuttoned her blouse and shrugged it off. Her back still toward him, she slid her skirt down over her hips, along with her panties. She stepped out, revealing stockings and garters instead of pantyhose. Her fingers reached for the garter.
    "Leave them. I like the stockings. They look quite lovely on you. And your shoes. Don't they