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see her eyes gleaming brightly at me while she watches me tickle her clit. I rub my thumb over it and it swells to my touch. I slip two fingers into her wet hole and tease her for a few minutes. Then I pull my fingers out and reach over to the night stand and grab the lube.
    I begin prepping her ass when she asks, “This again?”
    “Yes. This ass belongs to me and I’ll fuck it anytime I want,” I say as I finger her tight hole. “Christ, you’re tight,” I tell her.
    “I’d like to keep it that way so please be gentle this time. It’s still sore,” she begs as she wriggles around.
    “I’ll think about it,” I say stubbornly to remind her that I’ll do whatever I want, but of course, I’ll do as she asks. I don’t want her to fear this. I want her to love it as much as I do.
    I push her knees apart and spread her legs wide. I stay kneeling while I slip inside her pulsating rose bud. It feels absolutely exquisite as she tightens and contracts around me. She lets out a whimper and closes her eyes tightly and clamps down tighter on me. I pause and slip out just enough to let her relax and then tease her puckered entrance with the head of my dick. Now she looks like she’s starting to enjoy it. I thumb her clit while I gently thrust in and out of her, only pushing in half of my cock. Then I slide two, then three fingers inside her pussy.
    She starts to shift around on the bed and groan. When she opens her eyes, they’re glassy and languid.
    “Say you love me, Dylan. Say I’m the only one. Please …” she whines.
    I’m in the zone and her neediness pulls me out for just a moment. I’m concentrating on not coming, but the sound of her voice saying my name and begging me to love her is driving me fucking insane.
    “I love you, Isa. You’re the only one for me. Now be quiet,” I say as I lean down on top of her and kiss her. She wraps her arms around my neck and starts meeting me thrust for thrust, taking all of me into her tight little hole. When I look down, the vision of her perfect ass squeezing around me is my ruin and I come inside of her. I pause momentarily, allowing myself to catch my breath.
    When I’m done, I pull out and tell Isa to play with herself until she finishes. I lay next to her watching as she fingers her drenching wet slit, slipping her fingers inside and then pulling at herself.
    “Fuck yourself, Isa. Make yourself come for me,” I tell her.
    She looks over at me and I kiss her while she continues to drive her fingers in and out of herself. She briefly sucks my tongue while I reach down and guide her hand as she pushes her fingers deeper into herself. I push my fingers inside of her alongside hers and I tickle her swollen little nub and pinch it. She cries out when I flick her clit and she comes hot and fast. I guide her fingers up to both our mouths as we suck her juices off.
    “Good girl,” I say, praising her.
    She smiles, reaches for a towel on the bedside table and wipes herself dry. Then she pushes me to the far edge of the bed so she’s lying in the middle.
    “I’m not sleeping in the wet spot again,” she says sleepily and dozes off.
     

From Continental Breakfast

Not Done Yet
    Unable to tolerate the look on his face anymore and his odd line of questioning and cryptic responses, I feel the sudden need to leave.
    “If you’re done with me, I’ll be leaving now.”
    I abruptly stand, gather my clutch, and bolt from the table. I make a pit stop in the ladies room before leaving. My hands are trembling as I stand and look at my own image in the mirror. My stomach churns at the thought of Amelie servicing Mr. Pettifor. I close my eyes tightly, splash cold water on my face and lean over the sink, trying to compose myself.
    I’m startled by the sound of a man’s voice coming from the door. I open my eyes and spin around to see the greenest of green eyes gazing back at me darkly.
    “No, Ms. Darcy, I’m not done with you yet,” Mr. Pettifor says quietly as he locks