<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">He pulled away, panting, and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand.  It turned him on more than ever to hear her speak so crudely -- to hear her begging for him.  Cameron shifted then, crawling up the bed, one hand grasping his cock as he came level with her.  "I will not be as gentle this time," Cameron warned, his voice a low growl.  <br/>
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As he'd warned, the cock he pressed into her was not as slow -- not as restrained.  He couldn't hold back, not with her begging beneath him.  He was not rough yet -- but it was obvious by the force behind that first thrust that he was not in complete control, either.  "Gods, you feel glorious," he moaned into her neck as he clutched her to him, buried to the hilt.  "I need -- "<br/>
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He wanted it hard and fast and <i>dirty</i> but he also did not want to hurt her.  With that in mind, he gathered her close and rolled them over until she was on top.  "Ride me," he ordered.  "Roll your hips like you do in the saddle -- ride me <i>hard</i>, my love, you cannot hurt me."</span></span>