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entrance to her throat.
    He stopped, breathing roughly as his hand wrapped around the flesh where her
    lips were closed around it. Then his hips began to move. She heard his groan as her
    tongue licked at him, her mouth sucking him as he began to fuck her with smooth,
    powerful strokes. She was restrained, at his mercy, a receptacle for whatever he
    commanded. She was helpless. She was insane with lust.
    She suckled his cock with moist, noisy appreciation. There was no shame in the
    sounds she made, no trepidation that he would give her more than she could take. At
    least, not in this instance. There was only the hot male taste of him. Only the need to
    make him as crazy to come as she was.
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    “Damn, even your mouth is tight,” he groaned as he fucked her slowly. “Hot and
    tight, Ella. But your pussy’s going to be hotter, tighter. Like fucking a virgin with that
    butt plug filling your ass, tightening your cunt.”
    She trembled as his wicked words washed over her, but she suckled his cock like a
    woman starved for a man. She licked beneath the head, slurped at it, starved for the
    taste of his seed. The shaft throbbed, pulsed, but he held onto his control as she slowly
    lost hers.
    “Enough,” he growled long moments later as he pulled back from her.
    Ella moaned in protest, struggling against the restraints, as she tried to follow the
    burgeoning erection. His hand landed on the curve of her ass again. A warning slap
    that only made her pussy vibrate with increased need.
    “I’ve got to fuck you, Ella. I’ll strangle you if I try to take my pleasure in your
    mouth now.”
    Ella stilled. Her breath rasped from her throat, fear suddenly trembling through her
    with almost the same force as her lust did. His cock was large, thick. The plug in her
    anus had tightened her vagina, and it had been more than a decade since anything
    larger than her small vibrator had invaded the channel. He would kill her with his
    cock…
    “Not like this, I want to watch you take me, Ella.” She was too weak to fight him as
    he released the restraints on her ankles and her wrists.
    He turned her over on her back, then replaced them carefully. Ella stared up at him,
    unable to protest, unable to fight him. She ached in ways she could have never
    imagined. Her pussy felt as though it was boiling with heat, and the fullness in her anus
    only called attention to the emptiness of her vagina.
    He leaned over her, his expression so gentle, so filled with approval that her heart
    clenched. When his lips covered hers, her womb flexed with melting desire. His kiss
    was hot, heated, tasting of her intimate juices and his male need. She moaned into his
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    lips, wishing she could hold him to her, touch him, as she felt his cock nudge against
    the sensitive opening of her vagina.
    “Ella,” he groaned her name, his hand touching her damp hair, the other holding
    her hip as the head of his cock invaded her tight opening.
    “Oh God! James!” Her head tossed as he began to push slowly inside.
    “Easy, Ella. It’s okay, baby. You can take me.” She struggled against the restraints,
    crying out as he separated the sensitive muscles, powering through the drenched, fisted
    grip of her pussy.
    She bucked beneath him, barely aware of her sharp cries of pleasure…or were they
    of pain? Her movements drove him deeper inside her. Deeper. Deeper. Her hips arched
    to him as he slid into the hilt, the pulse and throb of the heavy veins beneath his hard
    flesh echoing through her body.
    “Damn you, Ella,” he cursed her, his voice rough as he fought for control. “You’re
    so fucking tight I could come now. Look what you’ve denied us all these years. All
    these years, Ella, you stole this from us.”
    She screamed then. She had sworn she would never scream for him. But when he
    began the hard driving rhythm inside her tight clasp, the pleasure/pain that tore
    through her body pushed the desperate