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she wasn’t used to that shape. Her eyes all but rolled in her skull as he fucked her deep and hard for a couple of minutes; but he didn’t want that silly piece of silicon to make her wild.
    Oh, no.
    When it was adequately lubricated, he aimed it a little bit lower, and pushed it in.
    Then, while she stayed there, completely in shock, he grabbed her by the legs, straightened his spine and aligned his shaft with her, before taking her.
    This was hell. Entering her and having to restrain from coming here and there was pure torture. She’d always been tight, but the toy in her ass made everything ten, a hundred, a fucking thousand time narrower; he’d never felt anything grip him like that.
    By some sort of miracle, he managed to start thrusting.
     
    That was crossing a number of her points in her list in one single night.
    They were at his parents, there definitely was a good chance that they might be caught, so it would be a quickie; especially since he was about to combust by the third time his balls hit her ass.
    He was also pretty sure that it could count as skirt sex. He liked skirt sex; why hadn’t he thought of it before? There was something delightfully sinful about keeping every stitch of clothing on; in a few instants, she’d go back out, wearing the exact same thing, and he’d know the inside of the fabric was laced with cum. 
    It didn’t matter, though; the end of the list didn’t represent their separation anymore. He’d graduated from sextoy to boyfriend – not to mention, potential baby daddy.
    Shit, that only made him screw her harder and harder.
    “You feel so fucking good inside me, Colt.”
    Fuck. He thrust up higher, until she screamed his name way above the appropriate decibel in a venue such as this.
    Too fucking bad.
    Her orgasm triggered his; there was no way he was lasting after her incredibly tight pussy squeezed around him.
    His forehead dropped against hers as he attempted to recall how to breathe normally.
    How did it keep getting better everyday? He knew new sexual partners were generally fun the first two, three times; but ten intercourses should have given him a good indication as to what her style was.
    Twenty-seven. They’d fucked twenty-seven times within in twenty-two days, and each had been completely different.
    “You’re going to destroy me,” he told her sincerely.
    “Sounds fair enough; you just destroyed my vajayjay.”
     
    •
     
    Alice was yet again captive, tricked by the dreaded mother-in-law; well, Colt’s mother, in any case – they were too pretty damn far from the altar to call her that. Well, assuming her vagina stayed unoccupied.
    Gia Colburn surprised her by offering her wine rather than orange juice, but Alice had to decline. Shit. Being potentially pregnant sucked.
    Gia raised a questioning eyebrow when Alice grabbed some water; ah. The Dragon was a crafty one.
    “I’ll confess,” she whispered in between showing her off to the rest of the madams. “I have high hopes for you. Colt’s always been the most difficult of my boys, you know – someone like you is exactly what he need.”
    That was started to get on her nerves.
    “Colt is anything but difficult, Gia; he’s one of the most attentive boyfriends I’ve ever had. And I’m not a saint either – I like sex. A lot. Let’s not fool each other: that’s why we get along.”
    There; that would get her off her back.
    But shocking the heck out of her, Gia Colburn tapped her hand and smiled.
    “Of course, dear, you and me both. My husband and I are still very audacious; that’s one of the reasons why you make him happy. He’s a warm blooded man, after all… But the reason why you make me happy is because you don’t care about this.”
    She was gesturing towards the entire space before them; a large ballroom that belonged in a palace; but they were in the Colburn’s family home – the place where they’d grown up and lived.
    “There are women who revel in our money, but the golddiggers