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His words had her body working to fulfill his demand. Surges of lust overtook all

sense. And then he added another finger. Pumping in and out with wicked slowness, he

readied her. She could smell the hint of mint in his aftershave, could feel the calluses on

his fingers that made every touch, every feel of his skin a tease in itself.

She wanted him so badly she thought she might lose her mind.

“What’s wrong, baby? Too much? Or not enough?”

“You’re a tease. Dammit, fuck me!” Hailey couldn’t believe what she’d just said, but

the ache in her womb took away any further protestation. “Please, Gage. You’re killing

me.”

Her moans only made him prolong the agony, and as much as she wanted to feel him

inside her, she knew she couldn’t wait much longer.

His fingers stretched her, promising more that would soon fulfill her desire. And then

he did something that shot any last remnants of her control to hell. He pushed a third

finger along her cleft, but instead of joining the other two in her vagina, this one eased

toward her anus.

Slowly he began penetrating, and the small shock of pain mixing with the

overwhelming pleasure in her vagina pushed her over the edge. She cried out his name as

she gushed over his fingers and tongue, and she heard his satisfied grunt as he continued

to lap up her cream.

“You taste so good, Hailey.” He licked his lips and leaned up from her curls, staring

like the very devil. “God, you have no idea what I want to do to you.”

Lost in a dreamy haze, she said the first thing that came to mind. “Is it anything like

what those women were doing in your porno the other night?”

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He blinked in surprise, then gave her wide grin as he pushed his fingers deep inside

her. “You know about that, hmm?” Finally withdrawing, he slowly slid up her body,

resting his erection atop her mound. “Did you know the blonde in the movie looks like

you? The one who lets her man fuck her seven ways to Sunday?”

Hailey stared, speechless, into gray eyes so clear they looked like the clouds