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by Kimberky Kaye Terry


  Ńo,µ she said, and he looked at her, frowning.

  ´What? You don·t want to make love?µ Mac felt sharp, stabbing disappointment. She·d never refused

  him before.

  Ńo. I mean, yes, I want you to make love to me. I don·t want you to use a condom,µ she whispered,

  her gaze locked with his.

  ´What are you saying?µ

  Í want to feel you. Nothing but you this time, Mac. I want to feel you loving me, completely, no barriers.µ

  Mac·s heart slammed against his chest.

  What she was saying had more meaning than his mind could wrap around at the present. His erection

  beat heavily against them, his desire to make love to her painful.

  Áre you sure about this?µ he asked, wanting to make sure she would have no regrets.

  In his mind, there would be no turning back after this. If she allowed him to love her without protection, to chance bringing a child into the world, she was his.

  Lock, stock, and barrel.

  ´Yes,µ she cried out when he lifted her and impaled her on his shaft. He felt his cock bump the tip of

  her womb and his ball sac tap against her seam, he was so deep.

  ´Yes, this is good, Sienna. It·s so good, so good, baby.µ

  Planting his feet on the mattress and raising his knees, he grasped her by the waist and drove her

  body up and down, gliding her over his shaft, her inner muscles clenching on his naked cock.

  ´Yes, Mac, this is good. Oh God, oh God,µ she whispered over and over, scrunching her thighs close

  to his, her hands clenching the tops of his knees as she rode him.

  He held on to her hips, watching her ride him, her face washed with pleasure. Mac was

  determined to

  maintain control this time. He wasn·t going to go caveman on her. As she rode him, he shifted a hand

  toward her breast, palming the small, warm mound and

  fingering the tight cherry nipple.

  He shifted her body so that her clit was exposed, providing easier access. He pressed a hand against

  her pelvic bone, one finger fingering her clit. Propping himself partially against the headboard, he was able

  to bring their bodies into perfect alignment. He separated her folds, allowing her pink clit to peek out.

  She rode him as he rubbed his finger over her distended nub, his naked cock sliding in and out of her

  creaming core.

  Sienna·s eyes were closed as she uttered soft sighs and breathless gasps of pleasure as she rode him.

  Her body was hot silk, her channel tightening on his shaft, throbbing.

  He set a smooth rhythm, easing in and out of her warmth, his hands pleasuring her as his shaft

  rocked her. The seesawing, back and forth, built until Mac felt ready to explode. He gritted his teeth and

  held on, determined not to rush her into orgasm.

  ´Mac,µ she whispered, opening her eyes and staring into his.

  She paused, nostrils flaring, before she

  spoke again. Í need to come. I need to come now!µ

  With a harsh groan of relief, Mac grabbed her by the hips and surged her against his body, rocking

  into her twice before she screamed out her release. He then came, the blood rushing to his head as his

  semen gushed from his body.

  He flipped her so that he lay on top of her and shoved his cock as far as he could into her pussy, an

  instinctual need to fill her with his cum.

  Sienna opened dazed eyes, just as Mac was coming, deep,

  inside her. The veins on the side of his

  neck stood out in stark relief, his face flushed a deep red as he held on to her tightly. He pushed his dick

  into her until her head bumped the back of her headboard, his thrust was so powerful.

  When he completed his orgasm, he buried his face in her throat for long minutes, his breath coming

  out in harsh gasps, his lips pressed in the hollow of her throat.

  He finally lifted his head and softly placed a kiss on her mouth; then he repositioned their bodies so

  that she lay in front of him.

  Sienna felt the cool air chill her and shivered. Mac threw the sheets over her body before nestling her

  against his body.

  Exhausted and content, despite the nervous rumblings in her stomach, worries of what

  tomorrow

  would bring, Sienna fell asleep.

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  Í want to make love to you.µ

  Sienna laughed and groaned at the same time. Mac had woken her, his hands roaming over her body,

  his shaft, hard, pushing against her buttocks.

  When he bounded from the bed, her drowsy eyes watched the muscles in his buttocks bunch and flex

  as he strode to the adjoining bathroom.

  Í thought that·s what you·ve been doing to me, for the last³µ

  She glanced at the clock on her mantel. ´God, Mac! It·s almost one o·clock in the morning.µ

  She heard him muttering, and the sound of cabinets opening, before he said ´yesµ in

  satisfaction.

  ´What are you doing?µ she asked warily.

  He walked out of the bathroom, his beautiful, sculpted body highlighted from the small light streaming

  in. Her eyes fell to his member, long and thick, jutting out from the nestle of sable curls on his groin.

  He sat on the edge of the mattress, uncapped the tube, and squeezed out a liberal amount of cream

  on his fingers. He placed the tube of ointment on the

  nightstand.

  With a wicked gleam in his eyes, he turned back to face her. Her avid eyes watched as he

  grasped his

  shaft in his hand, smearing the thick, white cream over the bulbous knob and down his cock.

  ´Mac«µ She moaned when he leaned down and lapped his tongue between the tender folds of her

  labia, his tongue darting around her clit, gently circling it, pulling it into his mouth, before releasing it.

  Śssh, it·s okay,µ he said, lifting his head from her mound.

  ´Baby, I don·t think I can take any more.µ

  Despite her protests, she was creaming for him within

  minutes, and Mac laughed

  roughly.

  He picked up the discarded cream and moved behind her.

  She felt his dick press close against her

  buttocks, his engorged length nestling in her crease.

  Í·ll be easy on you. You·ll like it,µ he murmured against the back of her neck.

  ´Yeah, that·s what you always say.µ Her breath caught when he ringed a finger around her opening,

  the smooth oily cream from his fingers lubricating her hole.

  ´Yeah, and I always make good on it, don·t I?µ he asked, and bit lightly down on her neck.

  He reached a hand around her body and began fingering her clit, dipping his fingers inside her pussy

  and smearing her essence over the tight bud. His other fingers continued to massage the

  cream over her

  hole. He felt her tense when he pressed one of his creamed fingers, and then a second, into her ass.

  Í need you to relax. I want to make love to you this way. With my cock. But you need to relax your

  muscles or it·ll hurt, baby.µ

  ´Mac, no³µ she cried out, clamping down harder when he inserted a second finger inside her tight

  ass. He ignored her whimpering cries and rotated his fingers inside her, loosening her. He kept her body

  close to his, plying both ends.

  His fingers dipped into her vagina, rubbing her clit, while the fingers on the

  other hand pressed farther inside her ass.

  She bucked back against him, trying to dislodge him until her distressful cry turned to moans of

  pleasure once he·d reached deep enough inside her anus to tap the erotic s
pot buried deep.

  Óhhh³µ

  ´Yes, baby, just like that.µ He laughed low, in triumph, when she ground back against his fingers,

  lodging him farther inside. Í

  told you I·ll take care of you.µ

  As she rolled against him, the thought of how it would feel to have her tight ass clench his dick sent

  blood racing to his head, until he was damn near dizzy.

  Mac removed his fingers from inside both openings and

  separated her butt cheeks.

  Squeezing the

  tube, he allowed the thick cream to flow, drizzling down onto the smooth S curve in her spine.

  He rubbed the cream over each plump cheek and farther

  separated the brown globes to massage the

  cream directly on her puckered hole. Pressing more of the cream inside, he readied her for his invasion.

  Grasping his shaft with his free hand, he rubbed his dick back and forth, pressing it against the tight

  rosette. When she twisted her body, trying to move away, he gripped her hips, tighter, to keep her steady.

  Although he·d played with her this way before, fingering her tight anus while he plunged inside her

  vagina, he·d never made love to her this way, with his cock. And neither had it been after a round of

  marathon sex. He knew he had to be careful with her. Despite preparing her, he was

  introducing her to an

  extreme way of lovemaking.

  ´You call this taking it easy on me?µ Sienna choked out, her laugh strangled, reminding him of his

  earlier words.

  Ít·ll be good,µ he murmured. Í·ll always make it good for you.µ

  Once he·d gotten the knob of his shaft inside, he moved his hand around and plunged two fingers deep into her vagina. His thumb rubbed hard against her rigid clit; the other hand molded around her

  breast.

  As he toyed with her clit, pumped his fingers in and out of her core, he pressed more of himself inside

  her ass. Unrelenting, he nudged her body with his, until she lay flat on the bed, and then fed her more of

  his dick.

  Once she was wet, her cream running freely down his hand, he removed his fingers.

  He moved so that he was

  straddling her back, and then pressed her flat on the mattress, continuing

  to push past her tight opening until half of his cock was deep inside her ass.

  He spread her legs farther apart, centered himself between her thighs, and placed each one of his

  hands on one of her tight butt cheeks.

  The mangled cry she released was one of pleasure mixed with pain as he rocked completely into her.

  Mac knew it would be all

  pleasure, once her body relaxed around his shaft, accepting him.

  ´You·re perfect. So fucking perfect,µ he growled, his eyes trained on the smooth lines of her back, her

  beautiful, creamy brown skin, where the light of the moon both shadowed and silhouetted her flawless

  backside. Ĺet me ride this perfect ass, baby.µ

  She lay on the bed, her head to the side, half of her face masked by her wild tangle of curls.

  Taking

  frantic breaths, she cried as her moans grew.

  Agitated, she fisted the sheets, pushing against him.

  He pressed her deep into the mattress, forcing her to grind her vagina against the bed while he

  penetrated her deeply.

  ´God, Mac!µ she cried out, and Mac knew the pain was easing.

  Soon she·d feel nothing but pleasure.

  Ŕelax, baby. Relax.µ His breath mirrored hers, coming out in gasps, harsh as hers, while he filled her.

  ´This pleasure is for you, for us.

  Let go. It·s just you and me.

  Whatever we do is good. It·s all good, baby.

  There·s no shame in taking your pleasure this way.µ

  Spreading her legs even wider, he pushed through, until he was embedded all the way. His balls slammed against her ass and he started fucking her in slow, long, dragging strokes.

  One hand grabbed the

  headboard as he pushed against her, as far as he could go, and then dragged

  his cock out until he nearly stroked out of her, only to slam back in.

  ´Damn, damn, baby, you feel so fucking good on my dick.µ The exquisite feel of her tight ass gripping his cock forced the stark words from his tightly clenched lips.

  She bucked against him while rolling her pussy on the sheets, moaning out her pleasure.

  Ís it good yet, Sienna? Tell me it feels good to you. Talk to me.µ

  He·d said dirty things, raunchy things, to her often. When in the heat of the moment, her pussy milked him, or her sweet mouth was wrapped around his shaft.

  But she·d never reciprocated.

  He wanted to hear it.

  He wanted her to tell him, in graphic detail, how good he was making her feel. He wanted her to

  scream out to him how much she needed this feeling he gave her.

  That she needed him.

  ´Mac³I can·t! I³I can barely breathe«.µ She panted out the words.

  ´Why? Why can·t you breathe?µ

  Ít feels so good. God, it·s good!µ

  ´Yes, baby, just like that. Keep riding me. Keep talking to me.

  What do you want? Tell me!µ

  ͳhmmm.µ She paused,

  moaning, taking deep breaths when he grabbed her hips and pulled.

  Óh God,µ she shouted when his thrusts became deeper,

  stronger. Í want you to play with my pussy

  while you³µ

  ´While I stroke this pretty ass?µ

  He lifted her buttocks higher so he could reach a hand between them

  and stroke her. Ĺike this, Sienna? Is this what you want?µ

  ´God, yes! Just like that.µ She rolled her vagina against his hand, while grinding back against his

  penis. Mac leaned down and moved her hair, fanning it to the side, so he could see her face as he rocked

  into her.

  Í need this, Mac!µ she cried out.

  Í need you!µ

  Watching her moan and grind against him, he felt his balls tighten, swollen with cum, and draw close

  to his body as his dick

  thickened within her tight anus.

  When she cried out her need for him, it sent him over the edge.

  Blood filled his head. His body grew

  taut to the point of pain.

  He threw back his head,

  snatched her ass tight against his groin, and yelled as the cum burst free,

  jetting deep inside her. Í·m coming, baby!µ

  ´Yes!µ she wailed in reply, arching her back. Head thrown back, she came, her body

  shaking, her

  cream rushing down the sides of her thighs.

  Mac ran his hands down her thighs, catching her essence, and brought his fingers to his mouth. His

  nostrils flared as he licked her juices from his hand, his body still plowing in and out of her clenching anus.

  Once he·d filled her, once his body calmed from the raging release, he gathered enough energy to pull

  out.

  He rolled away and lay behind her, nestling her soft backside against his body.

  Nothing but gasps and calming breaths were heard in the room for long moments.

  He felt her soft breath fan the hair on his forearm and knew she·d fallen asleep.

  Í love you, Sienna,µ he

  whispered behind her, his voice barely audible even to his own ears. ´God, I

  love you, woman.µ

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  S ienna woke up early, Saturday morning. Not that she·d gotten much sleep the night before, she thought, then eased her leg from beneath Mac·s heavy thigh pressed over hers.

  She slipped out of bed and reached for her robe, which lay over the foot rail.

  She grimaced
when she began to walk out of the room.

  Last night, Mac had been

  alternately tender and sensually dominating with her.

  God, the things he·d done to her body, the way he·d made her feel, forced a groan from her lips. Her

  mind shied away from the last words he·d murmured before sleep overtook them.

  Śienna?µ Mac murmured from across the room.

  Ít·s okay, honey. I·m just getting up to make coffee.µ She glanced over at the bedside alarm clock,

  noting the time. Ít·s early still.

  Go back to sleep.µ She smiled when he murmured what

  sounded like an

  assent before going back to sleep.

  Closing the door gently behind her, she left the room and went downstairs.

  She needed time to herself.

  Before the day began and the house filled with Mac·s partners, and final

  preparations were made, she needed to be alone.

  After filling the coffeepot with water, she set it on the stove to heat.

  This was it.

  If all went well, according to the plans the men had set up, this would be the end of a journey she·d

  started over ten years ago.

  She·d finally be free of Damian Marks and Carlos Medeiros, and could put her

  past behind her. It would be the end of a past that had brought her as much pain as it had«

  enlightenment.

  Sienna released a small, pain-filled laugh.

  She·d grown so much from that young girl she·d been, running away with her brother to a city she

  didn·t know anything about.

  Getting caught up in a world that she knew nothing about.

  And surviving.

  Her only thought then, and until recently, had been to survive.

  When Mac entered her life the first time, she·d known he was different. Known he was not like the

  other men who frequented the club.

  She vividly recalled how he·d stood up for her, asking her to go with him, to leave the Sweet Kitty,

  when Damian had tried to hit her.

  She·d been afraid to leave then.

 

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