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receive his girth. “Lube?” he asked.
    Nicole bit her lip to keep from crying out as his long index finger worked its way inside her body. She shook her head and pointed toward the TV tray beside her bed. “Vaseline?”
    With his free hand, Tag stretched out and grabbed the jar she used to rub on her feet most nights. Nicole grinned to herself, well, it was also there to accommodate her favourite toy under the mattress. Taking the jar from Tag, Nicole opened it and held it up.
    After getting a big scoop on his fingers, Tag continued to stretch Nicole’s hole. She didn’t have the heart to tell him she didn’t need that much lube or stretching. Since discovering a dildo in the ass was the best way to get off, Nicole had indulged three or four times a week.
    Tag sat back on his heels, and patted her ass. “Roll over, angel.”
    With a wicked grin, Nicole untangled her legs from his shoulders and quickly rolled to her hands and knees. She’d never done it in this position. Her self-gratifying sex sessions always happened while she was on her back. Nicole wondered what this new position would feel like.
    Removing his fingers, Tag positioned his cock at her opening. “Tell me if I hurt you,” he growled. Nicole could tell he was keeping a tight hold on his ardour as he slowly breeched her.
    The thick head of his cock pushing past the outer ring of muscles took Nicole’s breath away. Oh shit, Tag was a hell of a lot thicker than her dildo. Rocking back and forth, Tag buried himself inch by inch, stopping occasionally to make sure she was okay.
    Nicole felt zings of pleasure working their way up her spine as he pushed in to the root. She could’ve sworn she stopped breathing at one point, but the pain was soon replaced by an unbelievable pleasure as Tag started to move.
    “So tight,” Tag said, gripping her hips.
    The faster Tag moved in and out of her, the tighter he held her. Nicole was positive she’d have bruises from their coupling, but she couldn’t have cared less. They established a rhythm with her pushing back as he pounded into her. Their actions weren’t romantic but feral. The two of them lost in sensation.
    Tag released her hip with one hand and reached around to pinch her clit. The dual sensations threw her into the most intense orgasm of her life. Her vision began to blur at the overwhelming rush of pleasure.
    “Angel!” Tag howled as he thrust once more. The stiffening and then shaking of Tag’s body told Nicole he felt the same way she did.
    Easing them both down onto the mattress, Tag remained inside of her. Nicole knew it wouldn’t last and he’d soon slip free, but she relished the added seconds of being filled. When her breathing was finally under control, she looked over her shoulder. Tag looked like he’d passed out. “That was way better than a dildo.”
    A grunt from Tag was all she got in return. Giggling, she ground her ass against Tag’s cock. A large hand began plucking her nipples as soft lips kissed her neck.
    Finally slipping free, Tag removed the condom and wrapped it in a tissue. He turned Nicole to face him and kissed her rabidly. “I love you. That was…unbelievable.”
    “I never doubted it for a second,” Nicole replied.

Chapter Seven
     
     
     
    Curled against Tag’s side, Nicole watched the passing scenery. They’d opted to take the Cadillac to Louisville instead of the Harley. Nicole smiled at the memory of Tag whistling as she came out of the bathroom dressed in her new clothes.
    The stretchy white dress was tighter than she was used to, but the addition of the short red western-style vest helped hide her boobs a little. With the addition of her red cowboy hat and boots, she felt like a regular country singer. Tag’s eyes had practically bugged out of his head as she lifted her skirt to show him she was naked underneath. He’d proclaimed right then and there that they’d be taking the Cadillac. “No one looking as classy as you should be riding for