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  “God!” she cried. “Don’t stop. Don’t… stop!”

  Stop? Not likely. Her whole body went rigid as her climax approached. She screamed as she came. He had to hold her against his mouth to keep up the pressure on her clit and finish her off. Eventually, she went limp as the scents of flowers and warm fruit filled the room.

  When it was all over, he scooted next to her and pulled her into his arms. “Know what you taste like?”

  “Nuh-huh,” she whispered, her eyes closed.

  He bent and pressed his lips to hers, kissing her and sharing her sweetness. She answered for a moment, her mouth moving softly under his.

  Then, her eyes flew open. “Hey, that isn’t me.”

  “Of course, it is. Who else would it be?”

  “I dunno. You’re goofing with me somehow.”

  “Why would I do that?”

  “To make me think I’m sweet.” She poked his chest a couple of times. “I’m not sweet.”

  “You are sweet. More than sweet. You’re a positive joy.”

  “Nuh-uh.” But she giggled when she said it. Sweet.

  “Your boobs are sweet. Your cunt is sweet. I’ll bet your ass is sweet, too.” He reached around her to rub his palms over her buttocks. “Yup. Sweet.”

  “I’m badass bad, pal. Don’t you forget it.”

  He had to chuckle at that. Here she was, curled up in his arms, purring like a kitten. And she wanted him to believe she was bad.

  Her hand snaked down between them, and she curled her fingers around his cock. Nice grip -- not soft and ladylike at all, just the right pressure to set him off. The pressure built in his groin, threatening to get out of control. In another minute, he’d have to plunge into her and let his beast loose. As bad as she thought she was, that was no way to take a woman’s virginity.

  “Okay, Lady Badass. You think you can take this big boy?”

  “Duh. That’s the point.”

  “You have to take the point, and the tip, and the whole shaft. I’m going to bury myself so far into you, you’ll never get fucking me out of your memory.”

  She stroked him faster, until a drop of pre-come moistened the head of his cock. She rubbed that into him, too, and kept up the friction until he had to stop her with his own hand.

  “You’re not making it easy to be gentle.”

  “I don’t want it gentle. I want it fast and hard.”

  “It will be when you’re ready. It’s going to hurt at first.”

  “You? Hurt me? No way.”

  “I warned you.”

  He rolled her onto her back and positioned himself between her legs. Slowly, he probed her pussy with the tip of his cock. She stiffened but didn’t cry out or pull back.

  Pressing gently, he moved forward, thrusting against her resistance. She stretched but didn’t tear, and he didn’t get inside her.

  His whole body trembled as his arms held his weight off her. So close to the goal, his cock ached to be inside her, to move into her wetness over and over until they both came. He bit his lip. Patience.

  “What are you waiting for?” she said.

  “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  She pounded her fist on his shoulder. “I’ll hurt you if you don’t fuck me. Now.”

  “What a nice invitation.”

  “I’m not kidding, dumbass. Do it.”

  He growled and surged forward. Finally, the membrane broke, and the barrier disappeared. But she was still so tight. Virgin tight. No matter. He couldn’t wait.

  Still shaking with unspent lust, he lowered himself into her. One slow inch at a time. Agony, bliss, carnal lust all rolled into one.

  As the scent of roses floated around them again, she stretched to take him. She even wrapped her legs around him to rise and impale herself on his erection.

  “Fuck, that’s good,” she gasped. “Oh, man… more.”

  He thrust fully into her, every bit of him embedded in her wet pussy. For just a moment, he lay that way, letting his cock savor her heat and velvet texture. But that couldn’t last.

  He started firm and slow. In, out, bumping deep inside her. She moved with him -- awkwardly at first, but then faster. Her muscles clutched at him, sending the friction to unbelievable levels.

  No use fighting. They both needed to forget the world and fuck.

  Faster and harder, he went, and she stayed with him. Her gasps turned to cries. “I’m gonna come, Steve. Make me come. Please.”

  He was going to come, too. Any minute. No stopping now. He surged into her over and over. Unable to stop. Unable to think. Unable to do anything but fuck until he came.

  She stiffened in his arms, and she screamed as she climaxed. The walls of her pussy contracted all around him, sending him past madness until the pressure spilled out and he exploded inside her.

  The two of them came together with an impossible force. For seconds, they clung to each other in ecstasy. She sobbed, and he roared.

  When it finally ended, they both collapsed, limp and spent. Slicked with sweat and sated. He used his last bit of strength to roll over and cradle her against his chest. All around them, the bed smelled like rose petals.

  “Wow,” she whispered finally.

  “Wow,” he repeated.

  “No wonder the women parade through here.”

  He stroked her back. Did he dare tell her that none of the women had ever made him feel like that -- like the best lover the world had ever known. Would she even believe him? Would she believe he’d never had anyone like her, rose perfume and all? Damn, he’d never find sex this good again no matter how many women he tried. Did he even want to try?

  No, he didn’t. He’d never expected something like this when he first saw her facing off against his monster cat. Hell, he’d never imagined anything or anyone like her in his whole life. No one had ever touched him so gently. No one had ever gazed at him in awe because he could give her an orgasm. No one had ever given him orgasms better than the ones she did. She was a rare jewel. One with attitude, but a jewel, nevertheless.

  “Say,” he whispered. “About that third wish.”

  “Now?” she whined. “You just scrambled my brains.”

  “Yes, now. Not a second later.”

  “Okay.”

  “My third wish is that you stick around.”

  Her eyes flew open and she stared at him. After a moment, she smiled and even laughed. Then, she closed her eyes again and buried her nose into his chest. “Shiznit.”

  Alice Gaines

  Award winning author Alice Gaines has published several sensuous and erotic works. She prefers stories that stretch the imagination, highlighting the power of love and sex. Alice has a Ph.D. in psychology from U. C. Berkeley and lives in Oakland, California, with her collection of orchids and two pet corn snakes, Casper and Sheikh Yerbouti. Visit her website at http://home.pacbell.net/halice