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wore. Her breath caught on a gasp at the electrified pleasure that washed over her.

She felt her pussy cream furiously, spilling the thick essence along her bare cunt

lips. Jase had started her habit of shaving there. It was one of the few things he had

taught her that she was thankful for. Until now. Now, the incredible sensitivity of her

bare inner lips was a curse. She could feel her juices, hot and slick, coating her flesh as

they eased from her vagina, and it only made her ache more.

How was she going to bear having him in her house? Her arms wrapped around

her waist as her womb clenched. He hadn’t been here an hour yet and already she could

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think of nothing but his touch moving over her, his hands stroking her, spanking her…

She whimpered. She didn’t want that, she cried silently, couldn’t bear it.

“Ella, you in there? I’m ordering lunch, how do you feel about pizza?” He knocked

on her door, startling her into jumping away from it with a tight gasp.

God, wasn’t he ever going to leave for work? Surely he wouldn’t be here for lunch.

She couldn’t handle it.

“Fine.” She was horrified at the husky, needy quality of her voice. She cleared her

throat and swallowed tightly. “I’m tired. You eat. I’m going to lay down.”

“Ella, come out and talk to me,” he cajoled, his voice soft, filled with such wicked

promises she had to bite her lip to keep from calling him to her. “It’s just pizza, nothing

else.” Amusement was like a dark vein of sin in his tone.

She glanced at the clock, then the bedside window. She could find no reasonable

excuse to stay hidden in her room, and she knew if she continued to refuse it would

only make him suspicious.

“Fine,” she bit out, feeling her nails piercing the skin of her palms. “I’ll be out in a

while. I need to freshen up first.”

“I’ll be waiting on you. Don’t take too long.”

As he spoke, Ella tore desperately at her clothes to remove them. She was too hot,

too aroused to go to him like this. If she didn’t find relief, no matter how minute, she

would burn in flames of desire if he so much as brushed against her.

She jerked the drawer of her bedside table open and pulled out the slender, slim

line vibrator she had purchased years ago. The soft, supple latex flexed in her palm as

she stretched out on her bed. It wasn’t thick or long, but buying the damned thing had

been one of the hardest things she had ever done in her life.

Her body was already primed, her cunt so wet and sticky that when she ran her

fingers through the narrow slit, it clung to her fingers. Her clit was swollen, so large and

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sensitive she gasped as she circled it with the head of the slender dildo. She eased the

control switch on the vibration up, shuddering as the device began to hum.

She couldn’t still her gasp of breath as she slid it into the hungry opening of her

pussy. Her muscles closed on it, relishing in the hum, but still greedy for more. She

pushed it deeper, feeling the sensitive tissue part for the invader.

Ella writhed on the bed, her eyes clenched tightly closed as the fingers of her other

hand gripped one of her tight, elongated nipples and pinched lightly.

She couldn’t groan, she told herself. She couldn’t cry out his name as she had done

since seeing him at the wedding and agreeing to let him stay. She couldn’t pretend it

was James pushing inside her wet pussy, fucking her tight depths. But she couldn’t help

it either. Her mind formed the image. His body hard and muscular, his cock thick and

long as it pushed inside her.

Her control weakened as a small whimper escaped her throat. It wasn’t going to be

enough. Oh God, she could feel it, the weakness of her body, the incredible arousal

searing her nerve endings. She would never achieve a climax hard enough to still the

raging pain.

“Let me help you, Ella.” The words were like a splash of cold water.

Her eyes flew open to see James, fully dressed, his green eyes glowing with lust as

he stared down at her nude, perspiring body. From her breasts to her still slender

thighs, spread invitingly as she moved the vibrating dildo inside her pussy.

“Oh God.” Embarrassment washed over her as she realized he really was standing

there, watching her. He was real this time, not a figment of her imagination.

She would have jumped from the bed if James hadn’t moved to stop her, pinning

her shoulders to the mattress as he forced her legs closed holding the vibrator inside her

pussy as he stared down at her, his powerful legs clamped on the outside of hers as she

stared up at him in horror.

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His eyes were dark, wicked, his expression filled with sensuality, with lust. Her legs

were clamped together as his fingers moved to the control box at her side and he

thumbed the power up to its highest level.

Her body jerked in response as the heat flared higher, hotter inside her tormented

depths.

“Who do you imagine inside you, Ella?” His voice was deep, rough. “Who’s

fucking that tight pussy for you, in your mind?”

The deep baritone of his voice stroked over her nerve endings, sending her senses

into overdrive. Her hips jerked in reflex, her clit pulsing, throbbing in reaction.

“Don’t do this,” she cried out, fighting the pleasure as he forced her wrists into one

broad hand, holding her securely as he stared into her eyes.

“Is it me, Ella?” he asked her softly. “Do I fuck you in your fantasies? I sure as hell

fuck you in mine. Hard and deep, Ella, but my cock is a hell of a lot thicker than that

baby pecker you picked. When I push inside you, you’re going to be so damned tight

you’ll come from the pleasure/pain alone. Come for me now, Ella. Come for me baby,

so we can discuss this rationally.”

Ella couldn’t bear it. His voice was enough to make her juices flood her pussy,

making the vibration echo along her sensitized flesh.

“I can’t.” She fought to hold onto her control. She couldn’t do this. It was too

horrifying, too humiliating. Dear God, how had he opened a locked door?

He leaned closer, his legs loosening from around hers, his hand moving between

their bodies as he watched her. She twisted against him as he forced his hand between

her slick thighs and gripped the end of the dildo.

“I’m going to fuck you, Ella.” He pulled it back as she cried out, staring up at him,

seeing his grimace of hot, desperate lust. “Like this.” The vibrator was thrust into her

pussy, squishing through the thick juices, pounding into her womb as he began to fuck

her hard and fast with her own dildo.

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Her eyes widened. Her body stiffened as ripples of electricity began to flare through

her womb. She could have survived it. She fought for control and it was nearly in her

grasp when his head lowered to her nipples.

It had been nearly a decade since a man had touched her. Nearly ten years of

fantasizing about this, aching and dreaming of his dominate touch. When his teeth

gripped her nipple, his tongue rasping over it as he fucked the vibrator hard and deep

inside her pussy, she lost all sense of control.

An orgasm unlike anything she had ever known ripped through her body. She felt

the juices spray from her pussy as James groaned, fucking her harder with the latex toy,

pushing her thighs apart and heading for her clit. When his lips covered it, his tongue

stroked it, she screamed. Her hips arched, her pussy greedily sucking at the vibrator as

her clit exploded, and she was flung into a vortex of pleasure that horrified her with its

force.

It wouldn’t stop. Her upper body jerked from the bed as her muscles contracted,

her pussy exploding so hard, so deep, every bone and muscle spasmed in response. She

shuddered, feeling the muscles tightening on the vibration inside her as she shook in

the grip of her orgasm.

Moments, hours later she collapsed to the bed again, though her womb continued

to contract in deep, hard surges as the thick cream flowed from between her thighs.

“There, baby,” James soothed her gently and she realized she was crying. His lips

feathered over her cheek as he slowly lowered the speed of the vibrator, bringing her

back to sanity. She could smell the slight earthy scent of her pussy on his lips, and

shuddered at the knowledge of it. “It’s okay, baby,” he whispered again. “Ease back to

me, Ella. It’s okay now.” He eased back to look at her as the tears welled from her eyes,

pouring down her cheeks. “Don’t cry, Ella,” he whispered gently. “It’s okay, baby, it’s

what we both needed for now.”

She shook her head, fighting now to be free of him, to remove the proof of her need,

her own perversions from the dripping channel between her thighs. She rolled to her

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side to escape him, but before she could get away, he pushed her down again, on her

stomach, the vibrator once again trapped inside her quaking flesh.

“No, Ella.” His voice was hard, tight with lust as his hand smoothed over the

quivering cheeks of her rear. “You won’t run from it, and by God, I won’t let you hide

from it any longer.” His fingers ran down the cleft of her ass as he hummed in

approval.

The juices that flowed from her pussy had slicked the area, giving his fingers

greater ease despite the tightening of her muscles.

“James. No,” she cried out as he circled the tight opening of her anus. Horror and

shame streaked through her system, because despite her embarrassment, she could feel

the entrance relaxing, her betraying body sucking at the tip of his finger.

“For now.” He was breathing hard at her ear, his chest laboring under his breaths.

“For now, Ella. I’ll leave you, this time. But you have fifteen minutes to bring that pretty

ass out to the living room where we can discuss this with relative sanity. You will not

run, Ella. You will not hide. You’ve come in my mouth now, and I’ll be damned, but I

won’t wait much longer to feel you coming around my cock. Fifteen minutes.

He moved quickly from her, stalking to the door. “And the next fucking time you

try to lock a door against me, I’ll break the son of a bitch down. Fifteen minutes.”

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James was shaking as he stalked to the pristine, perfectly organized living room.

His hands, his entire body, were nearly shuddering in reaction, in lust and need, and he

feared the loss of his own control. Never. In his entire sexual life his own control had

never been so sorely tempted as it had been in Ella’s bed, watching her push that pitiful

excuse for a dildo inside her tight pussy.

The vibrating toy was slender, soft to the touch, a teaser. A toy to use to drive her to

distraction and make her hungry for more, and she didn’t even know it. But he

intended to do his best to instruct her on the best toys for the job. The job of preparing

her, opening her, driving her insane for his final possession.

Jerking the cell phone from his waistband he made a quick call. His eyes watched

the door carefully as he put in the order to the online supplier of adult products. A

collection of toys, of devices, and he alone would show her the proper use of them.

He wouldn’t have long. It would take her five minutes, he guessed, to work herself

up. Another five to struggle back into her clothing as she fought the lethargy of her

orgasm. Damn. He shook his head as he gave the owner of the adult products store the

list. Damn, she had climaxed like nothing he had ever seen. Her pussy had gripped that

dildo so tight, so hard, he’d had to struggle to fuck her through the rippling pleasure.

He had watched her abdomen, seeing the convulsive shudders of her womb

beneath her flesh as she cried out his name. But she hadn’t screamed it, and he swore

before the week was over, she was going to scream his name.

He had just flipped the phone close and pushed it back in its slim holder when she

stormed into the room.

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“You dirty son of a bitch!” she screamed with rage and fear. “You dirty, perverted

bastard. This is my home. Mine. And you can fucking leave now.”

No control. She flew at him, her face flushed, murder in her eyes, intent on

knocking the hell out of him. He didn’t think so. He had seen that bruise Jase had

sported for a week years before their divorce.

Before she could land the blow he grabbed her wrists, shackling them together in

one hand behind her back. His arm went around her waist and he jerked her against

him. Before she could curse him again, his lips slanted over hers.

She bit at him, but he nipped at her lip warningly a second before his tongue