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I ease down and he fills me up. “Ohhhh, holy f**k—”

My nipple is twisted and I try to scoot away, but his hand is firmly around my waist, holding me in place.

“If you say that word again, I will gag your mouth. Do you understand, sweets?”

“Yes, Mr. Asher.” It comes out so fast and so automatic it takes me by surprise.

“Now, sit all the way back and get comfortable,” he says as he arranges my chiffon skirt so it covers me up.

I adjust myself, hesitant to sit back as he commands, because the anal toy makes the whole experience very, very different from any sexual experience I’ve ever had. He gives me a few seconds to decide to comply, and then he just pulls me back until I’m against his chest.

I let out a long moan. “Asher,” I whimper. “Asher, I’m going to come.”

The nipple twist doesn’t make me scoot away this time, instead it brings me closer. Vaughn’s hand leaves my breast and grabs his phone from the table, typing out a message. And a few seconds later, the doors open and several servers appear on the roof with trays of covered dishes.

“I want you to come, Grace,” Vaughn whispers discreetly into my ear. “But right now these people are serving us food. So you will not come until they leave.”

As the last word comes out the intensity of the vibrations in my ass increase. I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and do my best to stay in control. There seems like an endless supply of silver domes plated being arranged on the table on the other side of the sex toys. The servers have the good sense to ignore everything around them and just concentrate on their jobs.

Finally, they exit the terrace and it’s just Vaughn and I again. “You did so well, Grace. So well. Now tell me, are you ready to eat?”

“No, I’m ready to come.” I turn, shifting in his lap enough to make me moan. “May I come, Mr. Asher?”

“No, baby. Not yet. Bring your arms up and hold me here.” He positions my hands so they are behind me, grabbing onto his messy and deliciously sexy hair.

That turns me on harder. I close my eyes and just enjoy it. And just when I know there is no possible way to withhold my orgasm, my back buckles and my head drops back onto Vaughn’s shoulder.

“Come, baby,” he whispers in my ear. “Come for me, come for me, come for me.”

I come for him. And then Vaughn stands up, his c**k still inside me, and swipes the table clear of the sex toys so he can bend me over and f**k me from behind.

Chapter Eleven

SecretsMakeUsEven

MY God, her ass cheeks from this angle make the perfect heart shape that drives me wild. Her slit glistens from her excitement, and when I tap the end of the plug in her ass, she clenches. “This is the most beautiful sight in existence, Grace,” I tell her in a soothing voice. “So, so beautiful.” I lean forward to allow the tip of my dick to enter her briefly before pulling back. Her ass follows along, desperate to keep me inside her. “Do you like this?”

“God, yes,” she pants out, her words really just a stream of air as she presses her cheek against the tablecloth.

I thrust a little harder and this sets her off. Her face tenses up, her back goes rigid, and her mouth opens to let out a loud moan. She is unable to control herself. And that’s what I want. A woman who will give in, let go, and enjoy the ride as much as I do.

“Hold still, baby. Hold as still as you can. I want you to enjoy this. I want you to fully experience it. So just hold still and let me take you.”

She stills her wiggling bottom and adjusts so her forehead is cradled in her hands on the table.

“Oh, I think we can do better than that, Grace. Spread your arms out.”

She slides her palms across the linen, making a path through the different bowls and covered plates, and then I thrust hard, making the whole table jump and the water splash out of the crystal glassware. I thrust again, making her hands fist the tablecloth.

“Yes, I love that, please f**k me harder.”

“Oh, baby, you haven’t seen anything yet.” I pound her with my hips, our skin slapping together, the table practically bouncing. “Keep still and I will blow your mind right now, you sweet thing.” And then I reach down, pull out the anal plug, and replace it with my hard cock. She groans loudly and tries to rise up off the table, but I push her down, grab her hair, twisting it around my hand, and thrust deep inside her.

“Oh, f**k, yes!” I growl. “Your f**king ass feels spectacular.” I reach around her hips, my fingers desperate to find her pleasure spot, and when I do, I rub her wild as she bucks and screams and twists her body, desperately trying to maintain control.

But we’re too far gone. It’s over. I pull out and shoot my se**n up and down the back of her blouse in long sticky streams as she collapses on top of the table and pants her little heart out.

“Perfect,” I say, just as breathless as she is. I grab a napkin and dip it into a water glass that is now only half full from the rocking table, and then clean myself up, tuck my dick back in my pants, and then stand her up and turn her around. “Here, baby. Kneel down on the rug. Relax.” She falls to her knees, her breath still ragged with release, and she looks up at me with half-mast eyes that make me want to take her all over again. “I’ve ruined that blouse, let’s take it off.” She looks down and watches my fingers as they undress her. One button, two buttons, all the way up to the last one between her perfect br**sts. I lift the shirt away from one shoulder and let the soft cotton fabric slip down her arm. I repeat that with the other arm, and then she’s only in her black bra and skirt.


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