He was using her for his own pleasure, and that dark thought that had once might have disgusted her now liberated her.

She felt the shiver start at the bud beneath his talented fingers, felt it spread like a halo encompassing her entire body. She came, exploding around him, clamping down on that thick cock that he buried inside her.

He rode out her orgasm, swearing and sweating and bucking into her as her hungry little muscles clutched him. When she was done and trembling, he stopped, fully sheathed in her. His hands slipped over her slick skin to stroke.

“Why are you stopping?” she breathed.

“Need a minute or else this is going to be over too fast.”

As if echoing Aldo’s point, his cock jerked inside her once. Reflexively, Gloria closed around it.

Aldo growled. “Behave yourself, sweetheart.”

“What if I don’t feel like behaving?” She did it again, and he surprised them both by swatting her ass. The connection of his palm on her flesh did weird and wonderful things to Gloria.

Then he was moving again, slowly, methodically pulling all the way out and pushing in to the hilt. Lazily fucking her as if they had forever.

She could feel the fabric of his compression sleeve against her, wondered how they looked naked on the living room floor. Then she felt his fingers, damp and searching, slide up the cleft of her ass until they found what they were looking for. Back and forth, dragging the wet with them.

“Yes?” he asked, his thrusts coming stronger, a little faster. Just the way she liked them.

Gloria nodded.

“Say it, Gloria.”

“Yes.”

He stilled, and there was pressure as he pushed, discomfort as he slid in, and then a relaxation of sorts as his finger slid past the barrier. Then he was moving in her again. His cock and his finger worked her together, taking Gloria past anything she’d ever known in bed.

She was safe. She was treasured. She was craved.

“Aldo, I think I’m going to come again,” she gasped.

“Touch yourself, Glo,” he ordered.

It took only a few delicious, excruciating seconds, and Gloria was coming and slamming her hips back against him, urging him on. He thrust into her, cock and finger, faster, harder, feeling her orgasm build and break.

He shouted as he let biology take over, let himself rut into her body as his own orgasm exploded. She felt it when he released his load inside her as deep as he could go. She looked down between her legs and watched his semen-soaked cock plunge into her body over and over again as they both trembled over the crest.

“Yes, Aldo!” She was with him, still coming.

66

“I’m impressed, Harpsichord,” Aldo whistled through his teeth as they rounded a corner on the path in the frigid morning air. “A few months ago, you couldn’t run the length of a football field. Now, look at you.”