Sara pumped up and down furiously, her cunt about to burst with orgasm. Each time, his huge prod running in and out of her shit canal brought her closer, inching her to total ecstasy.

Finally it happened – her pussy exploded sending a liquid warmth throughout her body, making her flinch.

"Ohhhh!" she screamed, her pussy and shitter racked with hard, throbbing spasms of release.

And as she cried out, she felt his gushing climax blast into her hole, creaming her insides. Another wave of climax thundered inside her body.

"Baby, baby, baby!" Greg whispered, his cock emptying with quick jerks. He held her tits like a drowning man would grasp at a straw.

When they finally pulled apart several moments later, he held her fade in both hands, a wide grin on his lips. It was an unspoken admission of defeat. They both had conquered and won, each the spoils of the other.

"Will you go with me to New York tomorrow?" he asked.

"You know I will."

"What… that is, what would you like me to do now?" he asked.

"I think I would like some flowers… and some music now," she answered.

He looked around and gathered up the roses. He handed them to her and then turned the stereo up louder.

"You didn't bring an overnight case like I asked," he said, again looking around.

"I hadn't planned on staying," she said. "But I do now."

CHAPTER THREE

Greg led her to the bed and pushed her down gently, immediately wrapping his body around hers. She was so soft, so yielding, he could have easily taken her once again in a violent assault. But he wanted more to taste her, savor her body as he would a fine wine.

He looked at her features, wondering how it was possible that a person could have no flaws. Her skin was creamy-white, setting off the color of her hair, her eyes like those of a cat – sensual, inviting.