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“Oh, god!” I moan, not expecting to feel his scorching lips on my breast. Right above the line of my bra, Aubry kisses down as he tugs my dress apart. He travels deeper into my cleavage, pulling wider and wider to expose me. The drawstring slips out of the eyelets and pools on my chest.

I stare down at it, about to apologize, when he picks it up and stuffs it in his pocket.

“I’m going to need that back,” I say.

His eyebrow lifts and he snickers. “Are you sure?”

“I dunno. Were you planning on keeping me here as your sex slave?” I wince, forgetting to keep my mouth in check.

Aubry pauses in warming me with his tongue and leans back. Damn it. I put on a smile hoping he knows it was a joke.

“No,” he declares with absolutely certainty. “It’s not slavery if you choose to stay.”

Fuck. I gulp, wondering if he’s got a stack of papers just waiting for me. Not that I’d sign it.

I bite my lip, staring at him soaking wet, shirt torn on one side, eyes wild.

I would. In a heart beat. Without reading it.

While he fucked me from behind.

“Sadie…” Aubry moans. Worrying a hand over his mouth, he leers at me. “We have a problem.”

“Oh?” I start to sit up.

“I don’t have a fucking clue how to get your dress off…”

I laugh at that problem and reach for the belt.

His words stop me cold.

“And I need to be inside of you…now.”

“Really?” My heart pounds, my head spinning as he reaches for his zipper.

And pulls.

“I’ve been rock hard all night having to watch you in that dress, aching to squeeze your thighs and bite your tits.”

Oh my god, are his pants nipple high? Why is this taking so damn…?

…damn…

Damn!

There’s neither a spring nor a flop. His cock emerges like a tower with a ten-gun salute.

Aubry cups under it, his fingers meeting at the base.

Then I remember his hand is bigger than my ass and I start to panic.

The head, slightly larger than the shaft, glistens in anticipation.

But what catches me is the vein. Thick and ropey, it twists from his balls to the head.

Not blue. No, that thing is deep purple against the rosy brown skin.

And I want to lick it.

“Do you want this?” he asks, offering up his cock on a silver platter.

Do I want to ride this huge, obscenely rich man by the fire?

Yes.

Am I also terrified he’ll tear me in half?

Yup.

But for as wide as my eyes are, my pussy’s clamping in anticipation. I dig my nails down my inner thigh, pressing the dress deeper while staring at him.

“Don’t,” Aubry warns. He grabs my wrist and pins my hand back. I stare up at him, panting and stretched out. “If you touch yourself, I will blow right here.”

My face heats at the thought of him watching me do that, but also from having enough power to bring a man to his orgasming knees. Aubry presses his forehead to mine, his panting body shaking me on the cushions. “Please tell me you’re not allergic to latex.”

“Nope,” I say.

“Thank fuck,” he mutters and fishes the condom out of his back pocket.

“Always come prepared,” I try to quip, but he’s gone quiet. All of his focus is on freeing the little donut of latex. As he slides the condom down his cock, his eyes close. He strokes down his shaft, his head tossed back as if he’s about to jerk himself off right there.

I might come just from watching him.

A warm hand glides up my thigh. I finally look as Aubry pulls my panties down my legs. They get as far as my knees, and I move my leg to help.

“I need you,” he cries out and presses my left leg back. My panties slingshot off my foot and tumble around my right ankle, freeing me. Aubry worries my dress higher, his thumbs sinking into my thighs. There’s a lot of give, but with every push he shudders with a pant from his lips.

“I have you,” he declares.

He sinks into me. The first thrust is hard but shallow, the crown wedging me apart in anticipation of what’s to come. I shiver on him, shocked at not only how far I am stretched, but that I can take it.

“I’m so full!” I cry out.

A low chuckle rises from the dark. I open my eyes not remembering closing them. Aubry hovers above me, his face knotted as if he’s fighting a war but smiling through it. “You can take more,” he says, and thrusts.

Holy fucking Batman!

He spears through me. I lash out, clawing at his shirt. The neck tears lower, exposing a black tattoo. I spy a few lines and turn my head to get a better look when Aubry pulls out.

Then fucks me. Hard.

“Sadie,” he moans. One hand cups under me, lifting my hips to him.

The other clenches onto the back of the couch, collapsing the cushion.

“Fuck. Your tits are…” He thrusts deep, serious about taking me as hard as he can.

He goes from just to the tip to balls-in with every buck, leaving me breathless.

I try to ride back to meet him, but my body’s pinned. Heat tumbles through my body, almost on the verge of something perfect.

“And your thighs…” Aubry moans. He scoops me up one-armed and lifts both of us. Sitting up, my spine digs into the back cushions while he guides both my legs to curl up his waist so he stands before me. As he inches closer, he worries his palms over my thighs, shuddering as he goes.

Aubry lunges, his cock plunging through me. I moan, the pressure shocking me to my pulsing, quivering pussy. His hands dig into the cushion so they’re astride my head. Powerful, unending, unbreakable—he breathes above me. “They’re fucking perfect,” he declares and kisses me.

As his lips mold around mine and his tongue roves through my mouth, he comes.

Panting, pleading my name down my throat, his cock pulses inside of me.

As hard and fast as he promised. A tiny laugh grazes his lips, and he slips to the side.

“The things you do to me,” he whispers before kissing me sweetly.

Jerking his hips, he pulls out, hand on the base of his cock. Cold shocks my throbbing lips, both of them. I almost whimper at the loss, but Aubry’s working the condom off. He tosses it to the side, adjusts his hair, and smiles.

“With that out of the way…” He plummets to his knees, crawling on them, spent cock bobbing. Running his hands over my calves, he stares up at me and smiles. “Let’s get to the main event.”