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almost crushing each other with urgent strength as a fire began to build between his legs.
"Let's move," she said almost breathlessly as she stood up.
Sammy got to his feet, but was uncertain about what he should do. He knew what he wanted and what a
man would do in a normal situation. But she was a prostitute and had already had other men tonight.
Maybe she wouldn't be ready, maybe she wanted to wait.
"Sammy, I want you," she said almost pleading. "I want you and you alone, more than I ever wanted
anybody!"
She turned and he followed her, but his mind couldn't rest. Why did she have to say something like that,
always referring to other men. Maybe it was all the same to her. Maybe all men were alike, and she
would be just performing again. He tried to put it out of his mind as he came up behind her beside the
bed and looked at her, feeling his penis now hard and pressing inside his trousers.
As they sat on the bed silently, he started to kiss her again, lightly touching the soft clean skin of her
cheek. No one else has screwed her here, he thought, but goddamn it, why has there ever been anyone
else ever? It angered him to think of all those other men. Men! She had no right, he thought. She's mine,
and mine alone.
His hands moved over her robe to the open front and traced a path to the single large button that
fastened it. Easily he opened it and ran his hand up the smooth white skin of her naked torso until he got
to the top, then eased it from her arms and watched it flop onto the bed in a silent pile. His fingers
roamed over her trembling breasts and across her belly exploring every tingling inch of her nakedness,
wanting to tear at her and make love to her savagely until the pressure in his loins was drained.
As she lay back onto the bed he leaned over her and began caressing the tight pink tip of one nipple,
playing with it gently and biting it just enough to make her groan. He sucked the hard round end of her
breast into his mouth and felt her tremble as she ran her hands through his hair.
Panting through his nostrils he wanted more for his hungry mouth and began to move his head lower
across, the soft skin of her belly. Someone else had made love to her tonight, he thought, but he had
only fucked her. I'm gonna make love to her like no one ever had. She'll never want anyone else, his
mind continued as his head moved toward the soft brown triangle of her loins.
His tongue slid through the silken pubic hair that covered her vagina and found the pink lips that had
parted in anticipation of his tongue. He turned his head back and forth for a moment, whiffing the
honeyed smell of her vagina, then slipped his tongue into the warm waiting slit and ran it teasingly along
the quivering pink flesh.
He heard her moan as he expertly sought out her clitoris with the hard, wet tip of his tongue. He took it
between his lips and pulled at the tiny erect bud making her whole body tremble as she moaned out her
passion again.
There was no guesswork now, he thought, as she trembled beneath him. He could feel her urgency, her
need for him to fill her aching pussy with his swollen cock. He stood up and removed his clothing
quickly, freeing his straining penis from its imprisonment, letting it spring up and jut straight from his
body, pulsating in the air. It hung over her body, and he watched her as he removed his socks. She was
the most sensual, beautiful woman he had ever seen, and she was his now.
Slowly he got back onto the bed and traced a path with his lips from her ankle all the way along her lean
supple body until he touched her mouth. As he kissed her his hands sought every part of her body that
he could excite with his touch, teasing and taunting her lust-incited flesh.
Needing him so badly she could almost scream, she sucked his tongue deep into her mouth, trying to pull
him into her.
"Please, Sammy!" she gasped. "Please, Now!"
Had she said that to the others, begged them like she was him, he thought. His jealousy only incited him
more and he could feel his throbbing cock aching to get between the hair-lined lips of her pussy and fill
the hot damp cavern with his sperm.
Expertly he sought the quivering wet lips hidden in the silken hair. His fingers toyed for a moment with
the throbbing bud of her clitoris, then slipped along the pink flesh to the wet opening of her cunt.
"Oh, God!" she moaned as the tip of his probing finger slipped wetly inside.
He knew how much she wanted him, and the thought of all the other men who had fucked her seemed to
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