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his hand grabbing the plug in her butt and twisting it this way or that
every few seconds. She was on sensory overload, her lower half so tense she
wondered if she wouldn’t snap in two when she finally came. “Drake!” she called
out once more.
    “What is it, baby?”
    She stilled. “Drake?” She could have
sworn she’d heard him inside her mind. Oh hell, she was going crazy now too?
    “What do you want? Tell me.”
    She jerked in shock but he only chuckled, the
sound echoing in every part of her brain. He was talking to her mind-to-mind!
Like he did with his First Man! What the hell was going on? “I can hear you
in my mind!”
     
    * * * *
     
    “Can you?” Drake drew back and watched as she turned her head,
her gaze finding his.
    “Can you hear me?” she said, her lips never moving.
    Shit!
    “I heard that!”
    He took a deep breath. “Can you hear all
my thoughts?”
    She frowned, obviously trying to read his
mind. She shook her head. “No, not everything.”
    Thank God for that. He looked inward and
began strengthening his mental shields. “What about now?”
    “I can hear you talking to me.”
    “Okay.” He could deal with that. He’d been expecting it after
all.
    “Is that normal? Am I going crazy?”
    He smiled. “No, baby. It’s nothing to
worry about. Now, just lie back and enjoy. I’m not finished with you yet.”
    “But, Drake...”
    He ignored her questioning voice in his mind
and leaned back down. Opening her inner lips with his thumbs, he closed his
teeth around her reddened clit and applied pressure. She bucked, but he didn’t
stop. His right hand slid up her ass and pulled on the plug, sliding it out of
her until it hovered just inside her, then pushed it back in in one long
thrust.
    She keened, her sound of pleasure shattering
through his defenses. She was still coming when he drew the toy out and threw
it behind him. It took him a few seconds to spurt some lube on his cock, a few
seconds more to align himself with her widened rose. He only slowed down when
the head of his erection passed her rim of muscles, her shocked gasp the only
proof that she was back with him.
    “Oh God,” he then heard her groan.
    Her anal muscles were so tight around his
cock he wondered how long he would last. “Relax, baby,” he finally remembered
to say.
     
    * * * *
     
    Relax? Was he kidding?
    “Drake!” she tried to call out to him but he
was obviously in his own little world.
    God but he felt huge like this. He was so
thick, so damn hard, all she could feel was him and that odd pressure in her
butt. It was like the plug but not really. He was alive in her, not like the
smooth plastic had been. Sure, it helped that he’d just given her an intense
orgasm, one of many that past afternoon. She wasn’t sure she was going to come
again today though.
    “Just feel, sweetheart. Feel me inside you.”
    “What?”
    “Haven’t you fantasized about this before?
Here you are, darling. I’m taking your ass, Jessica, and I’m loving it. You’re
so fucking hot I don’t think I’ll be able to let you go. You’re so perfect.
So...”
    “Oh, Drake.” She closed her eyes and repeated his words to
herself. She was so perilously close to falling in love with him, and the more
he behaved in such a way, the more she was losing grip.
    “You’re mine, Jessica.”
    His tone was unequivocal. When his right hand
slipped underneath her and found her clit, the one he’d teased so well earlier,
she squealed once more but didn’t move. Two fingers enclosed the sensitive nub,
pressing and touching and caressing until all she could do was think about the
mounting pleasure inside her.
    She even acclimated to that sweet pressure in
her ass, his slow thrusts building speed even as they began making sense. The
push and pull, the feel of his heavy body on hers, the way her nipples brushed
against the sheet bunched underneath her... All that and his fingers slipping
around her clit rendered her body so sensitized it