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and then his trousers, but he didn’t remove them. Instead, he fished amongst his shirt-tails and his linen, pushing them aside and freeing his cock without undressing.
    He was a good size, hard and high, ruddy with defined, vigorous veining. He frisked himself two or three times, as if he doubted his erection, but Lizzie had no such doubts. He looked as solid as if he’d been carved from tropical wood.
    ‘OK for you?’ Jiggling himself again, he challenged her with a lift of his dark blond eyebrows.
    ‘Very fair. Very fair indeed.’ She wiggled her bottom enticingly. ‘Much better than I usually get.’
    ‘Glad to hear it.’ He reached for a condom, and in a few quick, deft movements enrobed himself. A latex coating didn’t diminish the temptation.
    Taking hold of her hips, he moved her closer to the edge of the bed in a brisk, businesslike fashion, then peeled off her panties, tugging them off over her shoes and tossing them away.
    ‘Very fair. Very fair indeed,’ he teased, running his hands greedily over her buttocks and making the slight tingle from where he’d spanked her flare and surge. ‘I’d like to spank you again, but not tonight.’ Reaching between her legs, he played with her labia and her clit, reawakening sensations there too. ‘I just want to be in you for the moment, but another time, well, I’d like to get fancier then, if you’re amenable.’
    ‘I . . . I think that could be arranged,’ she answered, panting. He was touching her just the way she loved. How could he do that? If he kept on, she’d be agreeing to madness. Wanting to say more, she could only let out a moan and rock her body to entice him.
    ‘Good, very good.’ With some kind of magician-like twist of the wrist, he thrust a finger inside her, as if testing her condition. ‘I’ll pay extra, of course. I don’t like to mark women, but you never know. I’ll recompense you for any income lost, don’t worry.’
    What was he talking about? She could barely think. He was pumping her now. Not touching her clit, just thrusting his finger in and out of her in a smooth, relentless rhythm. And when her sensitive flesh seemed about to flutter into glorious orgasm, he pushed in a second finger too, beside the first. As she wriggled and rode them, she felt his cock brushing her thigh.
    ‘Are you ready for me?’ The redundant question was like a breeze sighing in her ear, so soft as he leant over her, clothing and rubber-clad erection pressed against her.
    ‘What do you think?’ she said on a hard gasp, almost coming, her entire body sizzling with sensation.
    ‘Ready, willing and able, it seems.’ He buried his face in her hair, and nuzzled her almost fondly. ‘You’re a remarkable woman, Bettie.’
    And then she was empty, trembling, waiting . . . but not for long. Blunt and hot, his penis found her entrance, nudging, pushing, entering as he clasped her hip hard for purchase and seemed to fling himself at her in a ruthless shove.
    ‘Oof!’ His momentum knocked the breath out of her, sending her pitching forward, the side of her face hitting the mattress, her heart thrilling to the sheer primitive power of him. She felt him brace himself with a hand set beside her, while the fingers of his other hand tightened on her body like a vice, securing his grip. His thrusts were so powerful she had to hold on herself, grabbing hunks of the bedding to stop herself sliding.
    ‘Hell. Yes!’ His voice was fierce, ferocious, not like him. Where were his playful amused tones now? He sounded like a wild beast, voracious and alpha. He fucked like one too, pounding away at her. ‘God, you’re so tight . . . so tight !’ There was surprise in the wildness too.
    Squirming against the mattress, riding it as John rode her, Lizzie realised something. Of course, he had no idea he was taking a road with her that not too many men had travelled. She’d had sex, yes, and boyfriends. And enjoyed them immensely. But not all that many of them,