When I'd thought she'd had enough, I snapped the toy off and eased it out. I ran my hands over her still quivering flesh and placed kisses in a random wandering pattern across her skin. "You've been such a good girl. I'm going to untie you but if you act up I'll have to restrain you again. Understood?"
"Yes." Her voice sounded dazed and far away.
I untied the silk ropes, starting at her ankles then her arms. Even if she wanted to run, I don't think she'd get far after a bombardment like that. I eased her onto her back and kissed her knees. "How do your legs feel?"
"A little sore..."
I nodded and began to massage them for her, taking my time lean down between them and steal more kisses from her full lips. "Do you wish you'd never come in today?"
"No..." She seemed embarrassed by her own answer but I rewarded her with a deep kiss anyway. I felt her arms wrap around me and broke the lip lock to nibble at her forearms and wrists.
"Are you ready?"
Sam's eyes locked with mine, staring deeply into them and searching for something. She found whatever she was looking for because she began to nod. "Yes. Yes, I am."
"Good." I pulled back from her arms and stripped off the rest of my suit, grinning at her as each piece joined hers on the couch. I dropped my boxers last and had to grab her ankle when she tried to scramble back.
"Are you kiddin' me? That ain't gonna fit!!" I laughed hard at the onslaught of her unfiltered accent before grabbing the other ankle and yanking her forward to the edge of the desk.
"It will. I stretched you enough. Just relax and it won't hurt." I moved one hand to hook under her knee and let the other leg drop. "You can take it, I'll go slowly."
I pressed the fat head against her entrance and used my free hand to circle her cl*t, occasionally dragging my thumb across it. As she began to relax, my c*ck head slipped in with a sudden pop.
She arched and cried out and I strummed her nub until her body relaxed. She was tight, a hot wet vice grip. I gritted my teeth and focused as I slowly began to pump. I didn't come all this way to finish early.
Her whimpers faded into moans as she began to lift her hips against me. I smiled at the sight and leaned down to give her another kiss. "Good girl. See, it's not that bad. Does it hurt anymore?""No..." She groaned out and I picked up the pace a little, leaning over her to add some pressure. It was so sexy to see her watching me, then her eyes dropping to see my shaft pumping in and out of her. The look she had was intoxicating. It was something like hesitant lust. As if it was in a battle with nervousness and the latter was losing.
I took the time to appreciate her beautiful breasts as they bounced up and down on her chest with each thrust. They were beautiful, delicious handfuls of mahogany topped with dark chocolate.
I leaned my head down to catch one in my mouth and suckle hungrily. She arched and writhed under me, so sensitive and so tasty. I hummed against the flesh as I pumped.
Our eyes locked as I switched sides, sharing the pleasure with her other breast. I could feel her walls fluttering around me and she broke our stare as her eyes rolled back. I was getting close too, she was too damn tight to last much longer but I wasn't going to c*m until she did. "Ty... ler... Wait... I'm... OH GOD!" As she came, I let her sweet c*re's convulsions bring me over. I gripped her hips and buried myself to the base, feeling my seed fill her.
She arched and cried out before collapsing back. I leaned over to kiss her neck and between her breasts as I ran my hands up and down her sides. She whimpered and trembled before finally meeting my lips for a kiss before snatching back.
"Wait! I'm ovulating!" She tried to pull back but I leaned forward, settling my full body weight on top of her. Poor little Sam struggled under me for a little while before realizing she couldn't win and stopping with a whine. I stroked a few of the springy curls that had come a loose from her bun. Of course I knew she was ovulating. I wouldn't have hired a man to follow her and go through her trash for many other reasons.
"Well I guess we should get married soon huh?"
Pulling up to the wrought-iron gate, I stare in confusion. Of all the things I expected to find, the heavily guarded fortress in front of me was not one of them. I check my phone again to make sure I have the right address, flipping back and forth between my text messages and my Maps app. It's the right address, but this has to be a mistake... maybe he texted it wrong or something. My already frazzled nerves scream for me to turn around and go back home. It was stupid of me to agree to this, there's no other word for it. But I was lonely and feeling brave for once, lulled by a sense of familiarity.I'm still thinking there's been a mistake when two men step out of the guardhouse just to the left of the gate and approach my car. Now I don't know much about guns, but even I can tell the ones holstered on their belts are not standard issue. Not to mention, they're both carrying deadly looking rifles across the front of their bodies. These guys are armed for an attack, not just to scare l
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His hands work between us at his zipper, freeing himself from the last barrier between us, his black slacks. Releasing my mouth, he steps back as he slides his pants off, wearing nothing underneath them. With a gasp, I get my first look at him, and once again become convinced he'll kill me if he enters me with the monster between his legs. It's at least ten inches long and about the width of both of my hands if they wrapped around his giant member. "You'll never fit!""I swear to you, this c*ck was made for that tight little p*ssy of yours. It'll fit," he says with a husky laugh, grabbing himself and stroking as he looks my body over.I moan, and I'm not sure if it's from fear or desire, as watching him stroke his member does something inside of me, heating me to my core.Still, I have to try one more time. This is my virginity he's about to take. And he was taking it; there was no asking involved. "Please, Gabriel, please, I beg you one last time, don't do this to me.""Enough," he b
And with that his hand slides to my cl*t again, rubbing me as his c*ck claims my p*ssy over and over again. "That's it pet," he says, as he feels what I feel, the tightening deep inside me, "that's it, let it happen, come on my c*ck, shatter for me."And just like that, I fall over the precipice, breaking into a million tiny, little pieces as pleasure jerks through me like a freight train out of control. "Fuck!" he cries, as my eyes roll back into my head and my body arches up off the desk. "Fuck, you feel so good. That's it, come around my c*ck! Such a good little girl."And as I come down, he does something I don't expect. He slows down, leans over, and gives me a slow, torturous kiss. "My turn," he says, as he pulls out. At the look on my face, he laughs, "We're not done yet, pet." And then he stands me up, turns me around to face his desk and plants my hands firmly on top."Oh this a*s," he says, as his hands come around to caress my cheeks. "The fun I'm gon
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