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Even her lovely voice held an indication of pouting, something I also craved hearing. She managed to bring back an entirely different level of joy that I wasn’t used to but wanted more of. While she tried to fight me as I removed her bra, she was laughing the entire time, her eyes lighting up with a fire unlike anything I’d ever seen. “Then you would be wrong.”

After scooping more of the melting cream into my hands, I slathered her breasts, concentrating on her nipples. She took several gasping breaths, slowly ceasing to fight as I lowered my head, sucking on her taut nipple. The taste was sweet, and it had nothing to do with the ice cream.

“Oh, my. You’re so bad. So very… bad,” she whispered, running her fingers in circles over my chest. As she fought to remove my shirt, I finally jerked it off with one hand, tossing it aside then returning to the sweetest duties in the world. She licked her lips, her eyes unfocused as she reached for my cock, her sticky hands stroking me through my dense jeans.

The sensations rocketing through me were powerful, so much so I wanted nothing more than to fuck her right here. But even I had a sense of decency, refusing to allow Christopher to walk in on us. I brushed my lips to her other nipple, licking and sucking until all the ice cream was gone, her hardened bud rosy in color.

She shivered visibly, taking shallow breaths, her lips curling from touching me.

“What do you want?” I asked, no longer able to recognize the husky tone to my voice.

“More.”

“Not good enough,cherie. Tell me what you need.” I uttered a deep growl, the sound resonating around us like a cyclone.

She bit her lower lip, giving me a seductive look. “I need you to fuck me. I crave your big, fat cock thrusting inside of me.”

That was the only thing I needed, my hunger spiraling out of control. I yanked her into my arms, forcing her legs around my waist. As I carried her out of the kitchen, we both fumbled to turn off the light, laughing when it wasn’t as easy as it looked.

As I climbed the stairs, she dared tangle her sticky fingers in my hair, the mischievous look on her face keeping my balls tight as drums. I couldn’t wait to be inside of her, giving her exactly what she deserved.

One hard, sweaty fuck.

She continued to laugh, doing her best to stifle the sound as I took long strides past Christopher’s room to mine. As soon as I flicked on the light, closing the door, I tossed her onto the bed.

Within seconds, she was on her knees, acting as if she was going to jump off. I tossed her back down, immediately climbing onto the covers, wrapping one hand around her throat. As I leaned over, she pressed both her palms against my chest, kneading like a cat would do, mewing the entire time. Her skin was glowing in the dim light, shimmEricag just like her beautiful eyes. I could do nothing more than bask in her beauty except my cock was aching, the longing more intense than I’d experienced before.

I felt an urgency that could become crippling, which was also fascinating. As I rolled my hands down her jeans, she arched her back, issuing soft moans that electrified every one of my muscles, her fingertips searing spots on my chest and stomach. We were both on fire, more desperate than before, our breathing ragged.

She raked her nails down my chest, fumbling with my belt.

“Not yet, princess. I need to feast first.” I lifted one of her legs at a time, yanking off her shoes, grinning like the evil man I was as I unfastened her jeans, peeling the edges away then dipping my head. As I blew across her already heated skin, she pressed one hand across her mouth, resigned to the fact I was tasting her first.

I licked around her belly button, never taking my eyes off her. When I started to tug on the dense material, she dug her heels into the comforter, lifting her hips. The look on her face was scintillating, increasing my need to devour her whole. I hadn’t felt this powerful or in need in a long time, including the fantastic moments I’d been with her. While I wanted to take my time, I wasn’t entirely certain I’d be able to hold back, controlling the raging beast inside.

“So bad,” she muttered, tossing her head back and forth.

“You have no idea,” I growled, dragging my tongue further down as I yanked on the edges of her jeans, jerking them down to her thighs. The scent of her desire was the most intoxicating fragrance I’d ever experienced, my mouth watEricag at the thought of tasting her, licking every drop of her sweet cream.

I’d always enjoyed eating out a woman, making her feel as special as the moment we were sharing, but with Selena, it was as if her juice was addictive, necessary for me to survive. Soon, I would start feasting on her sweetness every day before requiring her to return the favor. The thought was sinful, so much so I almost laughed.

“Oh. Oh. Oh.” Wiggling, she kicked out, rolling her hips back and forth.

“If you aren’t a good girl, I’ll tie your hands together.”

“No, you won’t.”

She was in a daring mood, more so than I’d seen before. I left her jeans wrapped around her knees, crawling off the bed to my nightstand. If I remembered correctly, I’d left some rope inside from a previous encounter a very long time before. I was a bad man after all, enjoying the thought of restraining a beautiful woman, requiring her to succumb to my needs. Grinning, the moment I wrapped my hands around the thick rope, she almost tumbled off the bed.

There was something far too enticing about seeing her rounded bottom in the air. I took advantage of the moment, wrapping one hand around her ankle, jerking her backwards until her legs were dangling off the side of the bed. After yanking down her thong, I delivered a hard crack of my hand on one side of her bottom.

She yelped, still trying to claw her way to the other side.

“You’re not going anywhere, my sweet girl. Or maybe I should say my very naughty girl.” I brought my hand down four times in rapid succession, enjoying the almost instantaneous heat sliding across the surface of my hands. Even my fingers were tingling after only a few seconds.

Her moans fueled my actions, and I couldn’t resist, tossing the rope onto the pillows then pressing my hand against the small of her back, keeping her pinned down as I continued the spanking. I was methodical in my movements, providing the same attention to one buttock then the other.

She fisted her hands around the covers, even biting down on the material to keep from screaming. How thoughtful of her. She didn’t want to wake my son. The grin remained on my face as I issued a few more strikes, flexing then fisting my hand several times. The warm blush on her skin was far too appetizing, the heat that had built exciting as hell. What the heck. I brought my hand down six more times before flipping her over, yanking her by the arms until I was able to get her in the perfect position.

“Keep your arms over your head or I’ll use my belt.”

The way she narrowed her eyes, acting as if she was furious with me only added gasoline to the vast flame roaring out of control. Did she have any idea what she was doing to me, the rush of excitement and need that was going to consume both of us?

I took my time with my work, wrapping her wrist with the rope in a very special way, something I’d learned years before. Some would say I was a sadistic man, which was true enough. The thought of keeping the gorgeous woman tied to my bed for mydaily usage was a delicious if not filthy thought. I’d need to give it a try.

Issuing a series of growls, the evil sound filtered all around us and she continued to struggle, groaning in a very sensual way. When she tried to slap me, managing to jerk onto her side, I wagged my finger.

“Tsk. Tsk. If you continue to be a bad girl, your punishment will be worse.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” Her grin was playful.

“My house. My rules. The sooner you learn that, the better off you’ll be.” I crawled over her, keeping the weight of my thigh against her chest as I maneuvered the rope, snagging her other arm so I could wrap the rope around it. When I was finished, I took a deep breath, backing away and giving her a nod of approval. “Perfect. Maybe I’ll leave you this way tonight.”

“No!”

Chuckling darkly, I moved to the end of the bed, taking my time sliding her jeans and panties down her legs. Leaning over her with practiced control, I finally pressed kisses against the inside of one leg then the other. She moaned in reply, twisting her hips from one side to the other. Her eyes were closed and the way she fisted her hands was inviting to a sadistic man like myself.

“I can and will do anything I want.” When I spread her legs apart, she did what she could to drive them back together. “If you keep that up, I’ll purchase a spreader bar, shackling you to my bed every night.”

Even the way she kicked her feet was enticing, driving me close to the point of losing all control. “You have no idea what I will do in retaliation.”

“I can’t wait to see you try,cherie. My formidable attorney, my luscious creature.” I bent her knees, spreading her wide open. “Now, I feast. Then you suck.”

Her laugh shifted into one of nervousness, but I sensed the excitement building, pushing her to the point of no return. I settled between her legs, taking my time inhaling her sweet aroma before darting the tip of my tongue around her clit. It was pretty and pink, already slightly swollen, but I planned on making it extra sensitive on this fabulous night.

I repeated the move, glancing at her pinched face and the way she dragged her tongue across the seam of her mouth. Teasing her with a single finger, I rolled it up and down the length of her pussy, savoring the way her scent filtered into my nostrils. As I brought the tender bud into my mouth, she immediately gasped, jerking up and twisting her hands in the thick rope. She tilted her head, staring at the bindings as if expecting she’d be able to get free from my hold.

It was obvious she didn’t know my extracurricular skills very well. “There’s no escape.” This time, my laugh was wild, and it was followed by another moment of my heated breath cascading across her skin. Goosebumps immediately appeared on her stomach, her body trembling in my hold.

“My beautiful Selena,” I breathed and resumed my feast, dragging my tongue up and down her sweetness. Her pussy lips were already swollen, her inner thighs slickened from beads of her juice. I took my time, rolling my tongue up and downlanguidly, pressing her knees down to the bed, exposing every delicious inch of her.

She continued tossing her head back and forth, her mouth forming a perfect O. God damn, the woman was beautiful, so much so I was struck in awe by the shimmer crisscrossing her cheeks, the flush that started on her long neck. A part of me wanted to keep my hand wrapped around her throat, ensuring she realized I now owned every inch of her. That would come later. My cock twitched from the thought, pressing so hard against the tight confines of my jeans that pain was drifting down both legs.

My balls felt as if they were turning blue.

The sensations continued to flow, jolts of electricity tearing through my system and the moment I drove three fingers into her tight channel, she jerked up from the bed. Her single yelp was followed by a series of whimpers, her facial muscles expressing the bliss I was providing. I buried my face into her wetness, thrusting all four fingers inside. As I pumped them brutally, her entire body started to spasm, bucking against my hold.

Within seconds, I could tell she was close to coming. I brought her to the edge and pulled back, doing nothing more than swirling my tongue around her clit. When she tried to twist out of my hold again, I smacked my slickened fingers against her pussy lips.

“Ouch! Oh, my God.” Her eyes flew open, the look on her face breathtaking.

“Be a good girl.” I cracked my fingers against her swollen folds once again, instantly sucking on her clit to soothe the ache.My hunger was breaching the surface, the beast inside craving more than just this delightful moment. As I resumed feasting in earnest, her body stiffened. Seconds later, she was driven into a powerful orgasm.

I drove my thumb into her tight asshole, pumping every finger like the savage I’d become. The way her body responded to me was fascinating, the shimmer on her face increasing with every passing second.

“Oh. My. God!” She rolled and bucked as the climax became a beautiful wave tearing through her and I enjoyed every moment of licking her sweet cream, the juice sliding down the back of my throat.

I refused to let go, growling the entire time I thrust both my tongue and fingers inside. Only when her breathing started to calm as she came down from the intense high did I slow my actions. When I finally stopped, she lolled her head to the side, her expression one of serenity.

As I crawled off the bed, she slowly turned her head, blinking several times before watching me finish undressing. I could tell by the ravaged look on her face she liked what she saw, purposely dragging her tongue around her luscious mouth to further entice me.

When I was completely naked, I took a few seconds to stroke the base of my cock before heading around the side of the bed. She followed my every move with her eyes, her chest rising and falling as I returned to the bed, straddling her chest. I didn’t need to command her to open her mouth. She did so automatically, moaning slightly as if begging me to drive my cock inside.

“My beautiful, very bad girl.” I teased her for a few seconds by brushing the tip around her lips, allowing the few beads of pre-cum to drip onto her tongue.

“Mmm…” Her murmurs were pushing the beast to a savage state. Seconds later, I could take it no more, driving half my cock into her wet mouth.

“Fuck.” The way she wrapped her lips around my shaft, pulling another inch inside pushed my adrenaline level to a crisis point. Every muscle was tense, every tendon tight as a drum. “Fuck, yes. Your mouth is so hot. So freaking wet.”

Her eyelids were half closed as she swirled her tongue back and forth, using her strong jaw muscles to suck. I could watch her pleasure me for hours. I slapped my hand against the headboard, my legs shaking. Just the way she rolled her tongue back and forth was driving me crazy.

I thrust the remainder of my cock inside, driving the tip against the back of her throat. Her eyes were glassy, her tongue working furiously, the slight gagging sounds pushing me to the point of no return. Unable to help myself, I started to fuck her mouth relentlessly, rolling my hips forward as I impaled her mouth over and over again.

She continued to fight her bindings, twisting her arms until I was certain she’d create rope burns. Her eyes remained glassy, but she was fervent about her duties. It wasn’t long before I realized that if I wasn’t careful, I’d shoot my entire load inside her sweet mouth.

That wasn’t my intent, at least not for this night. Having her in a safe location within my world was special, and I wanted to fuckher all night long. “That’s it, baby girl. Suck my cock. Suck it like you want it buried deep inside of you.”

I pumped several additional times, the electricity shooting through me turning into a fire I wasn’t certain I could control. When I pulled out, I wiped my mouth, laughing given the way the sweat was already rolling down my back.

“I wasn’t finished,” she purred.

“You’ll get your chance later, my good girl. Trust me. But now, I fuck you.” She seemed eager, not needing any push to open her legs for me. When she bent them as I’d done before, I was rewarded with a delicious look at her glistening pussy. “You make my mouth water, woman.”

She continued purring, shifting her hips back and forth as if she was trying to seduce me. Maybe she didn’t get that that wasn’t necessary. I had no intention of ever tasting another woman again. Not when I had the perfect woman, one who could satisfy all my needs. The thought brought out another barbaric moment, shoving me into a cataclysm of desire that left me shaking all over.

I wasn’t in the mood to wait any longer, driving the entire length of my cock into her sweet pussy. God help anyone who dared try to take her away from me.

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    BrandonAmalialeanedbackinher chair, tilting her face and closing her eyes as she soaked up the sun and the salt air. It wasn’t often that I got to see her this relaxed as she lounged by the ocean.We tried to make time to get lunch together once every couple of weeks, but with both of us having careers, it could be hard to find the time. She had her career, and I had mine.Throw sneaking around with Gina into the mix, and I had even less time than I used to spend with Amalia.“Okay,” I said after our food was delivered. “How is work going? Do you have any shows coming up?”“I’ve signed on for New York Fashion Week next year.” Amalia took a bite out of her lobster roll and shrugged. “Other than that, there’s not a whole lot going on. I’m building a new line, but some designs aren’t coming together quite right yet.”“I’m sure you’ll figure it out. New York Fashion Week is huge, though. We’ll have to have a party to celebrate. Congratulations.”“I don’t think that I want to do anything

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