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  Zander shifted back. “You know what I’ve always dreamed of doing to you?” he questioned, rolling his shaft in her grasp.

  Thrilled he had thought of the two of them together like this, she had to know. “What’s that?” She stroked him from base to tip. Her other hand cupped and fondled his sac. He fit her hands so perfectly, as if he belonged there.

  His eyes locked on hers as his breath quickened. “I want to take your ass,” he admitted, tone hushed and soft.

  Bridget’s eyes widened and her ministrations on his dick ceased.

  Chapter Four

  Only once before had she trusted a man enough to let him take her from behind… Such an intimate act between lovers, at least to her. But that former lover had made it horrible for her. No finesse, no ease and no care for the pain he’d bestowed on her.

  “Too soon?” Zander pulled her between his legs and laid each of hers over his.

  “Umm,” she began.

  “Hey, no worries. It’s too much too soon. I understand it’s not to everyone’s tastes.” He clasped onto her hands and pulled her up. He wrapped his arms around her, cradling her against him.

  “No. No, it’s not that. I…I would love to experience everything with you,” she whispered, fingers caressing his arms. “The one and only time I did it, was not the best experience of my life.”

  His hold tightened on her and his jaw clenched. “Tell me about it?” he asked, gruff and hard.

  Her heart jumped knowing he was pissed off on her behalf. She ran a finger over his lips. “Not a lot to tell. It hurt like hell. He didn’t give me time to adjust, and sure as hell didn’t care about my pleasure.”

  “Son-of-a-bitch. I’m sorry.”

  “Not your fault. But it has soured me about it.”

  Zander pulled her in close, rubbing her back.

  Moisture filled her eyes. This man was so wonderful, so caring. She knew he would never do anything to hurt her.

  Nerves untangled around her heart as she weakened to the possibility of trusting him enough to shatter the horrific memories of the past. He’d take care of her.

  “I’m sorry it happened to you. No guy should ever treat a woman like that. Give me his name, I’ll track him down.”

  Bridget laughed and eased back. “My He-Man. Thank you, but he’s long gone.”

  “You deserve better.”

  She swallowed hard. The openness in his gaze, the protectiveness – in his words and the way he held her – denying him anything was impossible. “You’ll do it better, right?”

  His green eyes darkened with heat. He inhaled hard. “You’re a fucking princess. You deserve soft hands, kindness and patience. But you don’t have to decide tonight.”

  Smiling at him, she nodded. “I know. It’s my choice. But….” Her gaze swept the room and landed on the cherry oak cabinet in the corner. Glass and rubber dildos of every shape and size enclosed inside. All new and part of the package that each member received, the cabinet looked full to capacity, which meant they’d have a wide variety of toys to choose from.

  “But?” Zander interrupted her thoughts.

  “Will you fuck me with one of those,” she tilted her head toward the corner, “while you fill my ass?”

  His fingers flexed as his gaze shifted. His nostrils flared and his dick bumped against her thigh. “I guess you like the idea?”

  “Fucking. Love. It.”

  He kissed her, hard. “Are you sure?”

  She nodded and untangled herself from his lap. After pulling him to his feet, she pointed to the cabinet. “Get what you need.”

  Bridget kneeled on the chaise and ogled the tight posterior of the man she couldn’t wait to have inside her again. Toned, tanned and splendid, his cheeks were made to hold on to.

  He opened the cabinet and inspected the items. He hummed as he pondered, nearly making Bridget laugh aloud, then pulled something from within. She tried to peek around him but in his position, she was unable to see anything. A shiver of anticipation raced through her at the possibilities.

  Rifling in a drawer at the bottom of the cabinet, he withdrew a cloth and a tube of lubrication. Bridget’s mouth dried, nerves skating along her limbs. She drew in a deep, calming breath.

  Zander pivoted then stalked toward her.

  At least eight inches long, in clear glass and a handhold on the end, her eyes widened as she caught sight of the object in his hand. She gulped but her pussy quivered. She licked her lips, imagining what the wide spiralled texture would feel like inside her.

  Anticipation filled her, and her heart fluttering, she shifted onto her knees and leaned on the end of the chaise.

  Zander approached her, his shaft bobbed eagerly. “Looks like I made the right choice,” he smiled, and brought his hand down on her with a playful spank. “You have no idea how many nights I got off, thinking of you like this. Bent over, ready for my cock, waiting to be fucked.”

  Bridget trembled and shifted, her nipples rubbing against the microfiber. She gasped, stunned and she moved again. Flames erupted in her pussy. She spread her knees apart further, letting the cool air waft over the heat.

  “Fuck,” Zander growled rough, and moved in behind her. She shifted higher, accommodating his long legs as he kneeled behind her on one knee, the other foot planted on the floor.

  “Let’s get you ready.” He fondled her pussy.

  Bridget shook with need. “Any more ready and I’ll be done before you even get inside me.”

  He chuckled. “I want you to come while I’m inside that tight little pussy.”

  She shook her backside and peered at him over her shoulder. “Then fuck me. Now.”

  “Such a greedy lover you are,” he groused, a grin on his face.

  “All for you,” Bridget confessed, heart warm and full.

  Playing with her clit, his fingers spread the wetness from side to side. She purred, rubbing her nipples on the lounger.

  “I love how responsive you are. Makes me so hard.”

  She rubbed herself on the furniture harder, shifting her hips in time with his fingers on her nub. Surely she’d died and gone to heaven tonight. Nothing had ever been so good. Zander had already taken her to the stars and back, and here she was, more than anxious to be ridden there again.

  Wanton and hungry for her man’s cock, she shifted on her knees, lifting her bottom high. Staring back at him, she grabbed a cheek, spreading herself open. “Take me, Zander. Fill me.”

  He sighed, pressed a kiss to her lower back, and then grabbed the dildo.

  She let out a gasp. The glass was cool on her pussy. He spread the toy around, gathering the juices, and pressing it against her clit. Her neck arched, waves of pleasure spiking through her as he played with her.

  “Mmm, so wet. This baby is going to slide right into your hot pussy,” Zander boasted, as he pushed the head of the dildo inside her.

  She tightened her arms around the end of the chaise, breathing fast, as the width invaded her flesh. Each inch had her exhaling hard, each spiral revved the inferno inside her, rubbing against her walls and her juices flowed.

  Swallowing a loud cry, she inhaled and held on tight, anxious to have the glass shaft buried to the hilt inside her. She relaxed her inner muscles. Zander’s tongue swirled around the bud of her ass. She nearly jumped out of her skin.

  “Relax,” he whispered.

  Shocked and aroused, she gave herself over to his guidance. Sharp sparks of electricity zinged along her rectum. His moist and hot mouth relaxed the hole, while he pushed the dildo the remainder of the way inside her.

  He pumped the toy in and out of her. The stimulating spirals twisting hit every inch of her walls and pounded her g-spot. The explosion of nerves inside her that she wasn’t aware of nearly sent her over the edge. But she inhaled hard and fought to concentrate on relaxing, not wanting any of this to be over too soon.

  Zander’s finger circled her bud. She lifted higher, seeking his touch, surprised at the need and electric curren
t coming from that hole. Her whole body hummed with power and yearning.

  “Just one finger,” Zander muttered. Before she could ask what he meant, one long digit shoved into the hole, filling her.

  “Oh!” she gasped, her flesh tingling. In perfect pace and rhythm, he pushed the dildo and his finger in and out. Consumed and filled, Bridget loved every push and pull. As she adjusted to the pace, she lifted her hips, thrusting low at the right moments as he pushed in.

  “Damn, fuck, that’s hot, babe. Yeah, ride that dildo,” he groaned as his finger plunged in and out of her, making her wetter and more on fire than ever before.

  “Zander,” she groused against the chaise.

  “Ahh, yeah, fuck it. I’m hard as a rock.” He withdrew his finger inside her ass, only to invade her again, spreading her wide with what she assumed to be two or three fingers. She pushed back, seeking more, desperate to find release.

  “Shit. Your ass is made for fucking, babe. I can’t wait to get my dick inside there.”

  “Do it,” she begged. “Please, I’m ready.”

  His touch at her backside abandoned her, as he continued to fuck the toy inside her. She heard the squirt of the lube, and she countered her hips faster, relishing in eagerness and need. Soon he’d fill her everywhere.

  Nerves no longer held her captive, only anticipation to have him inside her in both crevices.

  He shifted behind her, pushing the dildo into her as she thrust down. “If the pain’s too much I’ll stop,” he promised.

  Slowing her movements, she gazed at him. “Please,” she whispered, agony and bliss rioting within her. She never needed anything more. It was heaven and hell wanting him so fast, while disliking the fact that it would be over that much sooner.

  Zander inched forward, the head of his shaft piercing her near-virginal hole. The girth opened her, spreading the hole to accommodate it. Sharp tacks of pain made her shiver.

  He pushed the dildo into her pussy. Her eyes crossed, tormented between the rush of pain and carnality attacking her from all sides. Was it possible for a woman to die from such sweet and splendid bliss?

  She didn’t have time to contemplate it as Zander pushed further into her ass, his fist pumping the dildo into her channel.

  “Almost, babe. So tight,” he growled.

  Taking in a large gulp of air, Bridget instructed herself to relax even more and breathed through the force of each appendage.

  “Oh, yeah,” Zander mumbled, as he seated inside deeper. “That’s it, babe.” The dildo glided in and out of her with ease, her juices lathering it, and her thighs.

  Intensity built and the burn for release forged toward her. She wanted to thrust down, take Zander fully and be done with it but it took patience to keep gut-wrenching pain at bay. Focusing on her pussy, she welcomed the thrusts of the rounded spirals brushing her muscles. She surrendered to the delight of being fucked. Never before would she have thought she’d receive so much enjoyment from a glass object like this. Alone, she used her fingers or the small silver bullet on her clit to satisfy herself.

  She’d find the nearest adult store tomorrow and purchase more toys, in various colors and sizes.

  Zander spread cold lube around her hole, a welcoming diversion from the fire consuming her.

  A gasp escaped her as he eased in a bit further. Holding her breath, she stayed immobile and let him push in at his own pace. When she thought she’d die of sheer torture, he pushed past the barrier and hit the base of her rectum.

  “Ahh, Christ. Fuck, so tight and hot. You’re so snug around my dick.”

  Bridget moaned. Lord, so excruciating but delicious. The sting of having him so tight inside her was overwhelming but also paradise.

  “Easy, babe,” he instructed as she attempted to move.

  “It’s burning,” she cried, desperate to make it go away.

  “I’ll pull out. Just a second.”

  “No,” she cried. “Don’t leave. Just move. Please. I want it.”

  “Oh, thank fuck. Take the dildo, babe.”

  She clasped the glass tight. He grabbed her waist tight, easing slow out of her ass. Bridget stayed still as he got his rhythm and the burn subsided. In and out, Zander filled her over and over again. Her rectum acquiesced to his presence, the sparks of fire in its wake causing her to shiver.

  Her nipples hardened. Rubbing them against the chaise, she purred.

  “I love fucking you,” Zander groaned, moving faster. “Fuck yourself with that dildo.”

  She shifted one leg, putting a foot flat on the chaise. Zander yelled behind her as she took him in deeper.

  Gripping the dildo tight, she pushed it in, nearly falling off the seat from the sheer satisfaction of it.

  “Again, babe. You’ll love it. Both holes being fucked. Again.”

  She followed his instruction, dying from pleasure with each thrust. Once she found his pace, she pushed in as he withdrew. In harmonious precision, she absorbed the riotous rampage filtering through her.

  Pain and pleasure. Give and take. Push and pull.

  She took everything he had to give her, and then some of her own. Pumping the dildo harder and faster, she hung onto the chaise tight as she milked it – and Zander’s dick – with all she had.

  The carnal decadence in her pussy and ass was glorious. So much wickedness. She yelped as she buried the dildo in further and further, wanting to make it last.

  “I want to fuck you like this every day. Every minute of every fucking day,” he hissed between clenched teeth. “So damn good.”

  Faster and faster her hand moved, and she cantered to match his rhythm. His hands helped her ride faster onto his cock, making it awkward to move the dildo but she didn’t care. Even having only the tip of it inside her was thrilling.

  She shifted, accommodating both and cried out, “Oh God, oh, I’m coming.”

  The orgasm zinged along her back, raced over her front, and pushed her over the edge. Her juices squirted out of her, forcing the dildo from her. Her muscles tightened and throbbed. She pushed out with her arms, shoving them against the chaise, going rigid as euphoria swept over her.

  In her new position, Zander’s hardness rammed into her ass, harsh and commanding, and pushed her even further into the abyss.

  “Zander, yes. Oh God, yes, fuck me. More. Harder,” she begged, her pussy weeping from another orgasm. Such splendid pleasure.

  “You’re mine. This ass is mine. Fuck, ahh, Jesus.”

  Bridget welcomed his weight as his hold tightened and he bowed over her back, his dick jerking inside her as he found his own release. She shook with exhaustion and happiness. Her legs and arms felt numb, her knees sore.

  She smiled, relishing in the heavy breathing from the man behind her. He’d shown her in so many ways about true passion. He’d been right…they’d wasted so much time.

  But they’d make up for it.

  Chapter Five

  Zander eased out of her, and reclined against his end of the chaise and hauled her into his lap.

  Her body hurt, in such delicious ways she figured she’d be grinning about it for days to come.

  “That was amazing,” Zander whispered.

  She lay against his chest, her head on his shoulder and wrapped in his arms. Happiness filled her. She’d always loved her life but had never known such sweet happiness like this before.

  “Yes it was,” she brushed his cheek with a kiss. “Thank you for being so wonderful and patient.”

  His chuckled shook her body. “Hell, patience had nothing to do with it. Besides, your body knew what it really wanted. I just went along for the ride.”

  She laughed along with him.

  Silence surrounded them as she cuddled into his embrace. After a few moments, she squeezed his hand. “What now?”

  He tightened his hold on her. “I want to explore this new relationship between us. We’ve been friends and co-workers for so long. But I know there’s more.”

  “A lot more, I think,” she
whispered, thrilled to be on the same page with him. “I know with school my hours will be limited, but I’ll make time for you. For us.” She angled her head to look at him.

  His gaze met hers and he nodded. “I’ll hold you to that.” He brushed his lips across hers.

  A shiver quaked through her, which she had already grown accustomed to feeling when he touched her, and made her laugh. “You know if you don’t stop kissing me, we’ll never make it out of this room anytime soon.”

  Her stomach grumbled, surprising them both.

  “Well, sounds like the decision’s been made for me. I must feed you.” Zander gave her one last kiss, then eased out from under her.

  Bridget grinned and watched him. “If you plan to take advantage of poor little old me again, then you’ll have to give me food. I won’t be able to handle you otherwise.”

  Zander laughed, shrugged into his shirt and glanced her way. “Poor little old you, huh? You handle me just fine, by the way. But let’s get something to eat – to go – then head to your place or mine.”

  She stood and gazed around. “I guess I’ll be going commando,” she said as she lifted the tattered remains of her lace underwear.

  He laughed uproariously, cocky but charming.

  Shaking her head, she eased into her bra then her skirt. “You’ll have to buy me new lingerie if you insist on being all manly and He-Man, you know.”

  Zander yanked her to him, his mouth claiming hers. Desire swirled in her belly and between her legs. She hoped her powerful reaction to him never ceased. Ever.

  His mouth lifted. “I’ll buy you as many sexy undies as you want, but I prefer you without them.” He smirked and let go of her, then stepped into his jeans.

  She shoved her arms into the sleeves of her shirt, pondering him. What a man. So strong, fun and exciting. Early yet in the relationship, but the chemistry between them was so strong and blazing, she couldn’t imagine it ending any time soon.

  Standing at the door waiting for her, his gaze ran over her, going dark with desire. “Damn, dressed or not, I can’t get enough of you.” He clasped her around the waist when she drew near. “You know, I think I love you.”