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last night. Her pussy fisted on emptiness, tightening, straining, begging to be filled with his hard dick.
    “James. I need more.”
    “More? Oh, yes. You’ll have…more.” He chuckled low and wicked. A quick spurt of uncertainty flooded her, made her want to run for cover, but the excitement of the unknown made her want to stay even more. What would he do to her? Anything he wanted. Oh, yes .
    He rolled the pearls over her beaded nipples and she gasped. She shivered, pushing her breasts forward into the strands of smooth globes. He curled his fingers around the two sides and slid his hands down to the ends of the gem ropes. Lifting them, he threaded the pearls between her spread thighs. She bowed in a helpless arc at the hard sensation of them against her clitoris. Her fingers lifted to wrap around his forearms as he worked the pearls over her slick, sensitive flesh. His hand slipped between their bodies to pull the strands tight behind her. They hit her breasts, clit, and pussy lips all at the same time.
    Her sex fisted as she flashed over into sudden orgasm. “ James .”
    Again and again, she contracted tight. Still it left her aching, wanting.
    Before she came down from the wild rush, he pushed a pearl into her anus. Utter shock made her body shudder. “Wha—”
    “You wanted more, did you not?” Another pearl entered her ass. Then another.
    “ Yes .”
    Then he worked the other end of the pearl rope into her backside. She felt them move against the other pearls and press against the walls of her channel. The strands still rubbed her breasts and pussy. Oh, God, the man was creative. And naughty. She moaned low, long, and deep in her throat.
    She gasped when he shoved her away from him, the lack of his heat and the shift of the rounded gems inside her a sudden shock. He rolled her over and she arched her back, which pressed the pearls tighter within her, made her even more aware of their presence.
    With his arms braced on either side of her hips, he thrust his long cock inside her. Hard and fast. She sobbed, twisting under the lash of sensation. “James! Oh, God. James .”
    His fingers dug into her ass cheeks to pull them as far apart as possible. The stretch was amazing.
    “Is this too painful?” His harsh breathing made the words rough, urgent. But he paused his movements and waited for her to decide if he’d gone too far, pushed too hard. She shuddered, and he shuddered with her.
    Yes . “No.” The sensations were too much. She wanted more. The pain was too great. She wanted more. More, more, more.
    He pulled back and thrust back in. Not gentle. But she didn’t want him to be. The pearls moved over her clit and along the lips of her sex. They also rolled against his cock every time he thrust into her. All of that combined with the way they felt in her ass, filling her. Blood pounded in her veins, rushing so hot and fast she might burst into flames.
    She was so full it was exquisite agony. A scream tore from her throat, and she curled her fingers into claws, scraping them down his back. He quivered and she knew he liked it, that sharp little prick of pain with his pleasure. She closed her eyes and smiled, her hips moving. His pelvis slammed into her, his cock riding deep inside her. The pearls stretched her anus to the point that she could feel his cock through the thin wall of flesh separating her two channels. She clamped her inner muscles down on him, increasing the friction. They moaned together.
    “I can feel them,” he whispered.
    “Me, too.” She chuckled and lifted her hips with his next thrust, clenching on his plunging cock. Sweat beaded on their bodies, glued them together everywhere they touched. She ran her fingertips down the muscles that bunched in his strong back. They flexed with each of his thrusts.
    “Rebecca.” He groaned and she loved that she could push him, that he wasn’t all control all the time. Yes. The powerful rush of it made her sex contract. He bent forward and bit