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He laughed and moved his thumb to press against her clit. “It’s about to hurt even more. I have to punish you until you realize who you belong to.”

She wiggled her hips against him. “Oh, baby, punish me!”

“Punishment coming up,” he promised, his voice low and barely audible. Rotating his hips, he pushed forward again. This time instead of withdrawing when he was half-way inside her, he kept pushing until she felt his pubic hair against her cheeks.

“Hmmm,” she moaned, her ass stretching to accommodate his cock.

He held still for a moment, finger fucking her pussy and rubbing her clit. Then as she enjoyed those wonderful sensations, he moved again, withdrawing and then driving his entire length back into her.

“Ooooh!” She moaned as he withdrew and shot back into her with more force. “That hurts!”

“That’s the price you pay for having such a sweet, tight ass, baby,” he groaned, bit her shoulder, and began thrusting into her with deep, powerful strokes that sent waves of pleasure tinged with pain through her.

She moaned, then gasped, and arched her back, as he propelled his cock deep in her ass with hard, piston-like strokes.

She lost her ability to think. Her entire world revolved around her ass and the big dick pummeling it with such a fierce, hungry passion. A wall of pain crashed over her when he rolled her onto her stomach, pressed his weight onto her back, and fucked her ass in a fury.

Sobbing with pain, her thighs quivered each time he shot his cock balls deep in her ass. Lost in a world where pain and pleasure intermingled and fought for dominance with each other, her toes curled, and her pussy gushed as she experienced the most powerful orgasm of her life.

It battered her in torrents, leaving her feeling weak and dazed as she suffered through several glorious aftershocks. When her senses returned, she heard him groan just before he rammed into her. He did it hard several times before he came.

He collapsed against her back, his big, damp body shaking. He lay with his mouth pressed against her neck for what felt like an eternity before he finally eased out of her.

She moaned in pain as he did and then collapsed in his arms when he reached for her.

He kissed her forehead and held her. “I’m sorry, baby. I know I hurt you, but–”

“You meant to hurt me,” she told him. “Don’t bother denying it.”

His hands stilled on her back. “Okay, I won’t.”

She pulled away from him and bolted into a sitting position. “You have the nerve to admit it?”

He sighed and sat up. He pulled her against him as they sat against her headboard. “Yes, I admit I wanted to hurt you, but just a little. Given the tightness of your ass and the size of my cock, it was a given some pain was going to be involved.”

“And that was okay with you?”

“Yes, but only because I knew you were enjoying it. Otherwise, I would have been gentler.” He palmed her cheek and turned her to face him. “And you did enjoy it. Didn’t you?”

How could she deny it with her pussy even now filling with fresh moisture as she thought of a repeat performance? “Maybe a little.”

He laughed and kissed her. “You squealed like a stuck pig,” he teased. “You enjoyed it more than a little. You like having your big ass spanked and fucked. Where the hell have you been all my life?”

“Right under your nose, you bonehead!”

“Speaking of boneheads...” He waved his cock at her.

She laughed and collapsed in his arms. “Oh, Jeff. Is this real?”

He slid down on the bed, taking her with him. He gently cupped her burning ass. “Oh, yeah, baby. It’s real.”

“And you love me as much as I love you?”

“No. I love you more.” He cupped her face and stared down at her. “Never doubt that. I plan to spend the next... oh... fifty or sixty years making sure you know how much I love you.”

They cuddled for awhile, then went to take a bath together. When they returned to bed, she wanted him again. She rolled onto her back and parted her legs in a wanton invitation.

“You are so beautiful, Sharde.” He stroked his hands up and down her thighs before gently stroking two fingers inside her. “Hmmm. Looks like someone has been a bad girl and needs to be punished.”

She lifted her hips off the bed. “Oh, hell yeah, baby, punish me!”

Smiling, he climbed onto the bed, settling between her legs. As she felt the big head of his dick slowly taking possession of her aching pussy, inch by delicious inch, she moaned, closed her eyes, and lost herself in him.

Below is an excerpt from
Where You Find
It that features Mick Reilly from Soul Mates.

Where You Find It

©2010 Marilyn Lee

All rights reserved

Marilyn Lee Unleashed

Jennifer Smallwood stood on the crowded platform with the cool, damp late March wind whipping her all-weather coat around her legs. She drew the collar of her coat closer around her neck and sighed in annoyance as the long, dark train finally came into view. She glanced at her watch. The train was fifteen minutes late and pulling two cars instead of three.

So much for taking the train because she didn’t trust her car not to break down, making her late for her staff meeting. Some days she just couldn't win.

As the train slowed, she found herself swept forward by the people behind her on the platform. The train came to a stop, with the doors of the second car several feet away.

The conductor stepped down onto the platform. Urged forward by the swell of people at her back, Jennifer hurried toward the train. Clutching her briefcase in her left hand, she pulled herself up the steps and onto the train with her right hand.

Standing in the juncture between the two cars, she quickly glanced to her left and right. The car to her left seemed less full. She walked down the long aisle hoping to find an empty seat. If she were lucky, she'd just make it to the office in time for a cup of coffee before the meeting. That meant she needed at least ten minutes on the train to review her notes before she arrived. For that, she needed a seat.

She spotted an empty space on a three-seater bench occupied by two men near the end of the car. The men sat on either end with a space in the middle. Not exactly her first choice for a seat, but it would beat standing. She stopped near the seat.

The man on the aisle side looked up from the paper he was reading.

Jennifer swallowed several times as she found herself gazing down into the bluest eyes she'd ever seen. Not that she'd had occasion to gaze down into many white men's eyes. Certainly not any who looked as if they'd stepped off the cover of
GQ
. His tie was silk and his suit looked tailor-made. She hated to think how much he'd paid for his haircut. He was clean-shaven and George Clooney sexy.

She nodded towards the empty space to his left. “Excuse me.”

“Of course.” He flashed a brief smile, folded his paper, and rose.

She resisted the urge to look him up and down. He was about six two or three and well built with wide shoulders. The train was crowded, which meant she had to brush past him to get into the seat. Her heart thumped as she caught a whiff of his cologne, subtle yet sexy, like the man himself.

Once she sat, he slipped onto the seat next to her. It was a tight squeeze. Too tight. She could feel his thigh pressed tight against hers. She tried to draw her leg away, but there was no room. She swallowed. The aroma of his cologne intoxicated her senses and made ignoring him harder.  

Placing her briefcase on her knees, Jennifer opened it and looked through the financial statements she needed for the meeting. But she couldn't concentrate. Not sitting next to this man whose mere presence played havoc with her breathing and heartbeat.

All right, Jen. Get it together, girl. He's just a man. A white man, who doesn't know you're alive. You'll never see him again. Don’t start daydreaming.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the man now had the paper on his lap. He was looking at her. She turned her head slightly and found him smiling at her. His smile was charming and warm.  It filled his gaze and turned the corners of his sensual lips upward in an irresistible and appealing way.   

“Do you have the time?” He had a warm, deep voice. The kind that would make a woman tingle in anticipation of a long night of love making when he whispered anything in her ear.  Love making?  Who was she kidding?  He was the kind of man who made a woman dream of being fucked senseless all night long.

“Ah...yes...” She cleared her throat and lifted her arm to look at her watch. As she did, she saw an expensive looking silver watch on his left wrist below the white cuff of his shirt. She glanced at his watch. “Battery died on you?”

“It’s solar powered. It runs perfectly.” He flashed that dimpled smile at her again.

If his watch wasn't broken, he was coming onto her. “It's eight-forty.” She forced her gaze back to the open briefcase.
Okay, Jen. Get it in gear.
He's probably bored and having a little fun at your expense. Or more likely, he was looking for someone with whom to have a brief, meaningless affair.

Her pussy convulsed at the thought of the forbidden delight of a fuck with this handsome man.  She glanced at his hands. They were big and would feel wonderful on her bare breasts, tweaking her nipples as he thrust his cock into her aching pussy. 

Stop it, Jen.
  It was difficult, but she kept her gaze on her reports for the next fifteen minutes. She was aware that the man beside her cast several glances in her direction, although he didn't speak to her again.

When the train pulled into her stop, she turned to find him looking at her. “Excuse me.”

Smiling, he rose. The train wasn't as crowded now, having made two stops since she'd boarded. So there was no reason for him to stand so close to the seat, making it almost impossible for her to step into the aisle without brushing against him.

The train lurched unexpectedly and she was thrown forward. Her briefcase flew from her hand. She threw out her arms to break the coming fall. A strong arm wrapped around her waist, not only keeping her on her feet but also pulling her back against a very solid, very male body.

“It's all right. I've got you.”

The lights blinked out as she turned to face her rescuer.  Still, she knew whose arms she was in, whose deep voice whispered softly against her ear, and whose cock stirred against her, sending heat and moisture into her thong.

The lights flickered back on and she found herself pressed against his chest, staring up into his blue eyes again. He was so handsome and sexy. She swallowed slowly, resisting the insane urge to grind herself against his hardening cock. She couldn't look away from him. Couldn't move. She could barely breathe.

Her gaze settled on his lips. They were firm, chiseled, and sensuous. She parted her own lips and tilted her head. The breath caught in her throat when his mouth opened slightly and he bent his head.

“Sorry for the momentary inconvenience, folks. Market East Station. All out for Market East.”

The conductor's voice, sounding from the speakers, startled her. Jennifer glanced around and saw the other passengers staring. Oh, no. Had she lost her mind? She was in the middle of the aisle, clinging to a strange white man. Waiting for him to kiss her!

The blood rushed to her cheeks and she scrambled out of his arms. “Thank you. Thank you.”

She bent to retrieve her briefcase, but he'd already scooped it up from the floor. He silently handed it to her.

Their fingers brushed when she took the case. An electric current sizzled up her arm at the contact. Their gazes met and briefly locked. The unmistakable look of desire in his eyes made her heartbeat quicken.  Just for a moment, she allowed herself the sweet luxury of delighting in the knowledge that she could arouse such an attractive man.

Reality quickly set in. She backed away from him. “Ah...thank you.”

His lips parted and he reached out a hand, as if he intended to touch her again.

She shook her head, turned and hurried down the aisle, and off the train. She ran across the platform to the double glass doors leading to the escalators, her heart thumping wildly. At the top of the escalator, her breathing slowed. 

She cast a quick glance over her shoulder. Her heartbeat raced.

He stood on the platform just beyond the escalator doors, looking up at her.

Jennifer stood still, staring down at him. What would it be like to get to know him? If she stood there long enough, he’d surely follow her up the escalator and ask her out. Maybe he’d hold her close as they slow danced together. At the end of the evening, he would kiss her and—

“Excuse me.” A woman stepping off the escalator interrupted her thoughts.

“Sorry,” she muttered. Breathing quickly and unevenly, she turned away. She walked into an underground passage. It was well lit and lined with stores on both sides. It eventually led to the basement entrance of the building where she worked.

As she followed the familiar path, her thoughts remained on the man from the train. Why hadn’t he followed her? He’d clearly been interested or he wouldn’t have stood at the bottom of the escalator staring up at her like that. She shook her head. It was just as well he hadn’t followed her. If he had, God only knew what she would have done to disgrace herself with a man whose color, clothes and expensive haircut placed him well outside her league.  To ensure they didn’t meet again, she would avoid that particular train for the next few weeks.

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