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 I promise! I was ready to agree to anything he wanted. I had
somehow captured the man of the hour, and I couldn t wait to get my
arms around him again.
 I m on my way.
 Good, I replied. Now I really needed a strong drink. I d have to
settle for something stiff instead.
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Chapter Seven
By the time Marco arrived, I was as raw as a woman should be
after riding a rubber cock. It didn t matter. The doll didn t do the trick
anyway, and I realized why. There wasn t a man or doll alive or
not who turned me on as much as Marco. The newfound realization
scared and excited me on a level I wasn t even sure I understood.
I flung the door open and stared into his dark eyes.  Come on, I
purred.  Let s go upstairs. I let my silk robe open in the front and
walked across the foyer with leggy strides so he could see my calf and
thigh, watch the bend of my knee and see how great my legs looked in
a pair of spiked high heels.
 Keep the robe, he said.  Lose the shoes.
So much for seducing a man who wanted everything on his own
terms. The shoes were kicked to the wayside upon request. I took the
first step and looked back, halfway expecting him to stop me.
 Do you have toys upstairs? he asked, following behind me.
 What s your pleasure?
At the landing separating the lower steps from the upper stairs, he
yanked the robe tie and the material cascaded over my shoulders. He
stood at my back and stripped the silk garment away from my body.
His lips moved across my skin, his tongue caressing everywhere he
could kiss between my shoulder blades and then up and down my
spine.
Shivering, I said.  You ll have to carry me if you keep this up.
His thighs bunched, and he swiftly gathered me in his arms,
carrying me up the final flight of stairs. His gaze settled on my breasts
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and my nipples pointed forward with the noticeable chill in the air,
not to mention the lust he stirred.
 I m at the end of the hall, I whispered.
He wasn t in any particular hurry as he strolled across the carpet.
When he reached my bedroom, he nudged the door with his foot and
walked right on inside.
 Oh no, I said, eying my bed and the doll I affectionately called
Antonio.
Amused, Marco walked over to the bed and dropped me next to
my playmate.  You ve got to be kidding.
 I can explain, I said, swiping the lube under my pillow.
 I ll bet, he said, studying the doll s torso and the erect penis
Antonio always kept.  Do you& 
I pursed my lips. I mean come on, what was I supposed to do,
deny I had sex with the damn thing when my strawberry lubricant still
glistened on his pecker? I thought about it. Hell, I almost tried to
claim someone broke into the place and used my favorite toy while I
was otherwise engaged with Marco.
He stared at the doll.  You get off on that?
Literally, yes.  You mean do I have an orgasm when I use my
toys?
 I guess, yes.
Damn straight. If a man couldn t get the job done, I knew where
to find Antonio, and he finished wherever his human counterparts left
off. Marco really had no one to blame but himself.
Moving my love doll s materials to the wayside, I shoved the doll
repair and cleaning kit out of glaring range too.
 Suzy, I guess I m just at a loss here, he said, picking up the
rubber doll lubricant and tossing it next to the box with the  hand
pump for playmates inscription.
 What don t you understand? I asked, striking a saucy pose while
gripping the bedpost.  A woman my age has certain needs,
unmanageable desires.
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 A woman your age apparently needs a lot of discipline.
 Is that a threat?
 A promise, he said with a guttural moan while undressing.
When he whipped the belt in my direction, I didn t flinch. I was
bound and determined to make him think I d submit at all costs.
I fluffed up the pillows and nervously straightened the bed while
he stripped away his pants and boxers, shirt and tie.  Look at me,
Suzy.
After I tossed a decorative pillow toward the end of the bed, my
gaze met his. His penis hung forward, and the mushroom head drew
my tongue, purely instinctive, of course, and I pressed it against my
top lip.
 Do you know what I want? he asked, eyeing the doll.
I knew what I wanted, and Antonio didn t make the list. I already
had some of his action, and he was a pretty bad lay compared to the
real thing. He didn t move fast enough for my liking.
Marco inched closer to the bed, snaked his thick arm around my
hips and gave me a gentle love pat on the bottom.  Do you have any
idea what I d love to see you do?
 Please don t say the doll, I whispered, licking his lips and then
pressing my mouth against his.
Opening his mouth to speak and then flashing a devilish smile so
wide I ultimately kissed his teeth, he said,  Now Suzy, we agreed
you d do whatever I wanted you to do.
True, but I never played with Antonio in front of anyone. A few
times Mark walked in on me in the middle of a humping session with
my sex doll, but overall, Antonio and I enjoyed our share of privacy
locked behind my bedroom door.
Marco s gaze lowered, and his fingers traveled across my back
until he held me in a loose embrace.  Get on the bed, he instructed.
I raised a brow and asked,  Where? I tried to play dumb, hoping
I could kick the sex doll off to the side and he d somehow lose his
value in the process. Out of sight, out of mind.
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Chuckling, he said,  I just want you on the bed, on your knees,
facing me.
Oh, I could do that without delay.
I climbed on the bed and placed my hands on his shoulders for
balance. His cock touched my mound, and a bolt of electricity zipped
right through my sex. Aroused, the only thing I wanted to do was
reach down, pump his cock through my hand a few times and then
aim his pretty pecker for a positioned start.
He moved my hands to his neck and then wrapped his arm around
me and said,  I really am a virgin.
The damn electrical current went from zip to zap, and the lust I
felt two seconds before his statement turned into a profound need, a
hunger so completely unexplainable that I was dying for him to take
me.
 Why have you waited? I asked. It seemed like the appropriate
question.
 The why doesn t matter. Someday, I may tell you.
 Then why me?
 Why not you?
Well, for starters, I would ve thought if he saved himself for
marriage or whatever, he d look for prospects in some sort of white
book of virgins rather than find a woman who topped the black list of
tramps.
 Why not me, I whispered in agreement without voicing my
inept reasoning.
His mouth covered mine, and if I d ever been kissed before, those
kisses didn t matter and certainly never amounted to much. They
didn t compare to the way his mouth stole away with the moment,
ignited a passionate start to our time together.
With his tongue touching my tongue, his lips pressed against my
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