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the door behind him.
    He moves quickly, ravaging me without warning. He grips my hair at the back of my neck and smashes his mouth on me before I can protest. His tongue whips in my mouth, owning me completely. My body goes limp with his infernal touch and he steadies me, wrapping his arm around my waist. I want him, there’s no denying it. I need him, there’s no denying it. But, Svetlana. Right now, I just want to forget about her and open myself up to him.
    “Oh, Mr. Pettifor,” I moan into his mouth.
    He responds by kneeling in front me, turning me to face the mirror and lifting my dress. His movements are frantic as he rips my panties off, the fabric shredding under his strong hands. He forces my legs open and spreads my legs, burying his tongue in my ass.
    “I want all of you, Bella, and since you didn’t let me spank this ass last night, I’m going to fuck it tonight,” he growls.
    He’s never taken me this way, no man ever has, but tonight I won’t deny him. After all, this will be the last time we share this kind of closeness. He licks and sucks at my puckered entrance, and then slips a finger in, making me wince from the sudden intrusion. He moves it in and out slowly, loosening me up. I bend over and spread my legs further, giving myself over to him fully.
    “Take me, Mr. Pettifor,” I pant.
    He stands behind me and pushes the head of his dick into my tight canal and I whimper from the foreign sensation of being stretched in such an intimate and forbidden place.
    “That’s it, Bella. Fuck this cock,” he breathes into my ear as he bites my lobe sharply. He grips my hips firmly and pulls me onto his shaft, forcing himself completely into me and filling me entirely. My knees start to buckle from the intensity of his momentum, but Mr. Pettifor wraps an arm around me and steadies me.
    “You can take it,” he says tenderly. He pumps into me over and over, his slick cock easier to withstand with each thrust as my ass relaxes.
    Watching the orgasmic look on his face in the mirror, I wonder what’s going through his brilliant mind.
    “You look amazing being fucked like this. Your ass is perfect, Bella. My God, it’s absolutely flawless. You’re so tight. Why haven’t we done this before?” he grunts. “I love how you feel around me without a condom. It’s so different. Can you feel the difference?” he asks, looking excited.
    “Yes, Sir, I can feel it. You feel so much warmer.”
    “Yes, that’s it - the warmth. The heat of your core is unbelievable. Oh, shit…” he gets a pained look on his face and then rams into me one last time as his come jets into me.
    He kneels in front of me again and turns me around, ready to finish me off. I let caution fly and fist his hair as he laps at me and tugs at my clit. To my surprise, he doesn’t resist. My legs began to quiver just before my release.
    “Give it to me, Bella. I was denied breakfast, now I want my continental desert,” he chuckles against my pussy.
    I can’t resist giggling at his raunchy sense of humor. Twice in one day I get to hear his laugh and my insides melt. He mumbles something unintelligible against my clit and the vibration sends me over the edge and I fall to my knees. Our moment of post coital bliss is interrupted by someone knocking on the bathroom door. We both promptly put ourselves together. Stepping out of the bathroom, we’re met by judging eyes and gasps.
    Mr. Pettifor looks at me and smoothes my just-fucked hair for me and touches the tip of my nose gently.
    “You should know, Mr. Pettifor, that was the first time I’ve been taken like that,” I confess.
    He pauses and stares at me for a moment.
    “I was your first anally?” he asks.
    “Yes. You’ve been a lot of firsts for me,” I answer.
    “Such as?”
    “You gave me my first real job. You gave me my first real orgasm. I did my first strip tease for you…”
    The corners of his mouth turn up as if he’s recalling the memory.
    “… and you were the