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    “Don’t you dare. I mean it, Brett.” Kayla once again lifted her head, this time to glare at him. His cock was pulsing inside her, filling her so deep she felt him against her womb, and if he withdrew now she knew she wouldn’t survive it. “I’m on the pill, I swear it. And I’m safe. I’ve never allowed a guy to fuck me bare back, but I want you to. Please, please don’t stop.”
    If she had been any other woman, he wouldn’t have trusted her, but she had been nothing but open and honest about what she wanted from him, and what she wanted was sex. Even though she was as mischievous and as guileless as a toddler, he wasn’t going to take any chances. Since he didn’t know if he could stop now even if a freight train came bearing down on them, that left him one other option.
    “I’ll pull out just to be sure,” he told her as he pushed all the way back into her again, the relief on her face making him smile. “Hold on, this is going to be hard and fast,” he warned her before pulling out and thrusting forcefully back in before she could catch her breath.
    Kayla had no choice but to drop her head back down and brace herself as best as she could against the onslaught of his pummeling cock. Over and over he rammed into her, his hands hard on her hips, holding her still for his invasion. The only sounds were the slapping of their bare flesh as their hips came together and their mingled groans of effort and ecstasy. She felt him quicken, felt his cock swell and jerk as the first tremors of her climax pulled at him. With a move so fast and smooth she barely registered it, he pulled out of her and she felt the warm splash of his seed on her buttocks. Within seconds, she was spiraling out of control, her pussy clamping around the fingers that had replaced his cock, each spasm more pleasurable than the last until she felt drained and was left sprawled flat out on the blanket, her body relishing the relief from her two orgasms.

Chapter Five
    Brett entered Casey’s a few hours later, his body sated but his conscience in turmoil. Ever since the three of them were old enough to learn of the reason for Casey and their mother, Maryann’s divorce, they vowed not to be like him. Casey’s lack of fidelity and responsibility when it came to sex, his inability to keep it in his pants, made the three of them even more cautious when it came to their sexual encounters. Other than his wife, he had never taken a woman bare back, had never broken their cardinal rule, no condom, no sex, which was just another reason why his lapse with Kayla earlier today bothered him and what had drove him to scrub her phone number off the back of his hand as soon as he hit the shower.
    The back of his hand still tingled from where Kayla had written her number and he had scrubbed it off. Damn it, he thought irritably, nothing had changed just because he had given in and fucked her again. She was still too young, still too inexperienced to suit his needs despite the lessons he had subjected her to, still too naïve to enter into a relationship with him and not eventually want and expect more than sex from it.
    After discovering Linda, his wife of three years, had been involved in an affair for six months, Brett had sworn off relationships that went beyond casual friendship and sex. There were a few women he liked that he escorted to different social and charitable functions and had a casual sexual relationship with, women in their thirties who were career driven and didn’t want or expect anything else from him, who looked good on his arm and helped defuse some of the rumors that ran rampant about the McGilley’s. Then there were the women who gave credence to those rumors, who frequented their private space upstairs and wanted nothing but the extra kink he and his brother’s lifestyle could give them, experienced women who were looking for nothing more than a sexual release they couldn’t achieve with a vanilla lover.
    Then there was