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channel pressing into my back, and she wrapped her legs around mine, forcing them open. Her hands slid down my arms, twining her fingers through mine before pulling them back to her shoulders. I was pinned against her, open and vulnerable, the cold air teasing my damp thighs and swollen labia. Edward groaned as he looked at us, his hands dropping to the silver buckle of his thick black belt. In moments, his trousers dropped to his ankles, and I got a look at the first cock I’d ever seen in person.
    His balls hung heavy and tan, sparsely covered in black hair. The shaft of his dick was ridged with veins, pulsing thick and red, leading to a flared head where a drop of pre-cum glistened like a diamond. He seemed huge to my virgin eyes, and glancing between my body and his eager cock, I didn’t know how he would fit. Maritza tightened her fingers in mine, her voice soothing in my ear.
    “Look at how he wants you, princess,” she cooed. “He’s going to bury himself inside you and give me a baby.”
    As the bed dipped between the man’s weight, and he climbed up my body towards me, he planted soft kisses on our legs before lowering his head to lap at the juices pooling between my thighs. The firm pressure of his tongue teased me, sliding into my cunt, and nibbling at the soft folds. I gasped, tilting my head back against Maritza’s shoulder, my hips rising to meet his mouth.
    His wife gripped my hands tighter and moaned encouragement to Edward, “Take her, my love. Fuck her and me.” Her heated, wet crevice pressed against me, moving restlessly against the stimulation of the teasing length of plastic inside her.
    Edward reared back with a grin, his chin glistening with the evidence of my arousal. He crept up further between my legs, gripping the hard staff that jutted out from his body and dragging it through the lush valley between my legs, teasing the taut entrance by slipping the bulbous head just inside before pulling out and doing another round to the erect little bud and teasing it, smearing our juices together.
    “Not yet,” his voice was husky and deep as he barely probed me again. “I want to hear her beg.”
    “W-what?” I gasped in desire. At that moment, all I wanted was for the thick, hard length of him to fill me. My body practically demanded it.
    “Beg me to take you.” His voice was hoarse in my ear and filled my whole world. I would do anything for that voice right now, and I would do anything to have him fill the aching void between my legs.
    “Please! Oh, please!” I tried to arch my body, let my chasm swallow him whole.
    He pushed inside a little further, the stretching reminding me of my still-virgin status. He paused right at the edge and pulled back out. I nearly cried in frustration.
    “Beg,” he was intractable. “Beg me to take you, use you, fill you. Tell me you’ll be my little fucktoy, that I own you for the week.”
    His hands braced against my hips, and I noted the strain holding back was having on him. His muscles contracted beneath the skin and there was a noticeable trembling as he waited for my response. Desire warred with womanly conquest in my soul. Words seemed so small and easy. I knew what I needed to do.
    “I’m yours,” I purred, leaning forward until our faces were mere centimeters apart. Maritza moaned as my shifting moved the dildo inside her. I wriggled my hips for good measure and was rewarded by her tighter grip and the soft sound of panting. “Fuck me. Take my virginity. Use my body as your breeding tool. For the next week, use me however you want.” I could feel his cock grow harder and press deeper as my words flowed over him. His dark eyes were inscrutable, and my lips curved into a slow, sensual smile as I finished with the words he so desperately wanted to hear. “I’m begging you.”
    With a low groan, he surged forward into my body, the slickness eased the pain into nothing more than a slight twinge until he was planted deeply inside of my, his