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“Your pussy feels so good, Daphne. It’s so tight.”

“It’s so wet. You just sent me to another planet, Cal,” I moaned. “Do it again.”

I loved watching him watch me in the mirror. Gazing at his strong, bare chest as he pumped thrilled me. I admired the pleasure I gave him at that moment. He got to own me—all to please me. While itfeltgood, the sight of us in this base, desperate way brought me over the edge. I threw my head back, screaming again as I pulsed around his cock.

“Oh, Cal, fuck!” I cried.

“Cum for me, princess,” Cal growled, digging his hands in my hips.

As he sped up, slamming into me harder, I thought my breasts might hit my chin. Yet, I didn’t care. I was so spent and my needs so well met, I could only wait for him to reach the end. I wanted to watch him cum, too. He did so a moment later, staring at me in the mirror. He slammed into me, holding on for stability. For a quiet moment, I appreciated where I’d brought him. His nostrils flared and his chest flushed. Cal slowly pulled my hips back as he sat behind me, sliding out slowly, savoring me.

He gave my ass a hard swat. “You are no lady, Miss Delphine, but I’d have it no other way.”

6JUST REHEARSING

Cal

“What do you want, Daphne?”

I awaited directions, while perched over Daphne’s midsection. As her chest heaved, I suffered. We played all day—being good, having an after-lunch hookup. Now I waited for whatever she wanted. I hung on her every word all day—trying not to obsess over her. It was difficult to ignore my feelings.

“Just take me,” Daphne gasped.

I could have easily pinned her to the bed and slid inside. I knew she was wet and desperate. I’d fingered her in the elevator on the way back to my room—a bad, yet irresistible idea. Instead, I wanted to hear her come alive while delaying my own gratification. Daphne may have been neglected by her ex, but I wasn’t about to ignore her needs callously.

I kissed down her stomach before she sat up quickly.

I looked up at her.

“No,” Daphne said. “I don’t… I don’t want that.”

I’d yet to meet a woman opposed to cunnilingus—at least not since high school. I thought about suggesting she might like it if she knew what itcouldfeel like. I assumed the ex was just lazy in the sack and phoned it in. Given the concern on her face, I acquiesced.

“Oh… okay.”

“Do you want to get me off?” Daphne asked.

“Yes,” I answered.

“I want to be on top, Cal.”

Again?

“You really like it up there,” I chuckled, falling by the wayside.

“I get off up there. And you feelsogood,” Daphne climbed astride me.

No complaints were lodged as she enveloped my cock in her tight, wet pussy. Her face flushed as she dug her nails into my chest.

“You don’t get off in other positions?” I asked.

“You get me off from behind,” Daphne said.

That implied no one else had.

“You deserve better than you’ve had, Daphne.”

“Oh, don’t you thinkyou’reperfect?” Daphne giggled.

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