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and cupped them again, squeezing them tightly as his tongue and lips moved to my ear.
“You want to know something about me?” He asked with an edge in his voice.
“Yeah…” I said with a gasp as his lips lightly grazed my ear.
“I’m going to fuck you.” He reached down to my panties and twisted them around his knuckles, ripping the fabric with a quick yank.
“Those were expensive!” I said as he turned me around. I already knew he was going to fuck me. That wasn’t new information.
His hands slid up my back and then he slammed me down onto the table face first. The impact was sudden and unexpected. I struggled to get my wits about me. The table was cold, but his fingers started to warm me up as the slid down my back and then moved to my thighs. He pushed them apart slightly and I could feel the fabric of his pants pressed against my pussy. His cock was hard and it made me even wetter than his touch already had. I heard his belt being unbuckled and his pants shuffling down. His hips pressed against my ass and then his cock rose up against my pussy. I tried to look back at him, but his hand clenched the back of my neck and kept my chin tight against the table. He rubbed the head of his cock against my clitoris several times and then it began to move up and down my labia. He pulled back for a moment and then with a quick thrust, he buried himself inside of me. I reached out and grabbed the edge of the table as I felt him.
“Oh my god…” I said with a gasp.
“Did you miss me?” He asked with that same angry edge to his voice.
“Yes…” I said with a sigh.
I wondered how Braden managed to be so cruel, yet so unbelievably hot at the same time. Rough sex was never my thing, and I certainly didn’t like pain, but it was like he used it as a tool. The bliss that followed the pain made the shock of the infliction evaporate. He started to thrust hard and fast, still keeping me pressed to the table as he did. Why on earth did I like it so much? He filled my pussy with his girth, driving himself so deep that each time he went all the way in, I could feel him teasing my g-spot. I felt a flood of pleasure each time he did. I tried to shift my body slightly as the edge of the table cut into the top of my thighs, but he was holding me there so tightly I couldn’t have moved if I wanted to. After a dozen or so hard thrusts, they became steady and fast, even faster than the beat of the music echoing around us. The light in the booth was dim, but I could see the reflection of his face in the glass surface of the table. His steel colored eyes were filled with desire and his face was locked in an expression that resembled a mixture of rage and passion.
“Don’t stop…” I whispered as my body continued to demand more.
“I wouldn’t stop, even if you begged me to.” I felt his cock swelling even larger inside of my pussy.
The speed picked up even more with thrusts driven so hard, I felt the table actually start to move. It teetered forward, and then slammed down when he started to slide the other direction, only to lift again with the next thrust. There was a thick wetness on the front of my thighs and a stinging sensation where the edge of the table had dug into my flesh. I knew I was bleeding, but I didn’t care; the thrill was too strong. My body would heal. All I wanted at that moment was for him to keep doing exactly what he was doing, even if the table sawed my legs off completely. The grip he had on my neck was so tight that I could feel the tip of his fingernails. One was against my jugular vein, which rapidly beat along with my heart. The table continued to rise and fall with his lustful thrusts, each one sending a sting through my body along with a surge of pleasure. I felt my body start to tighten and I knew was close to an orgasm. Each time his cock slid across my g-spot, it got closer.
“Harder…” I
“You want to know something about me?” He asked with an edge in his voice.
“Yeah…” I said with a gasp as his lips lightly grazed my ear.
“I’m going to fuck you.” He reached down to my panties and twisted them around his knuckles, ripping the fabric with a quick yank.
“Those were expensive!” I said as he turned me around. I already knew he was going to fuck me. That wasn’t new information.
His hands slid up my back and then he slammed me down onto the table face first. The impact was sudden and unexpected. I struggled to get my wits about me. The table was cold, but his fingers started to warm me up as the slid down my back and then moved to my thighs. He pushed them apart slightly and I could feel the fabric of his pants pressed against my pussy. His cock was hard and it made me even wetter than his touch already had. I heard his belt being unbuckled and his pants shuffling down. His hips pressed against my ass and then his cock rose up against my pussy. I tried to look back at him, but his hand clenched the back of my neck and kept my chin tight against the table. He rubbed the head of his cock against my clitoris several times and then it began to move up and down my labia. He pulled back for a moment and then with a quick thrust, he buried himself inside of me. I reached out and grabbed the edge of the table as I felt him.
“Oh my god…” I said with a gasp.
“Did you miss me?” He asked with that same angry edge to his voice.
“Yes…” I said with a sigh.
I wondered how Braden managed to be so cruel, yet so unbelievably hot at the same time. Rough sex was never my thing, and I certainly didn’t like pain, but it was like he used it as a tool. The bliss that followed the pain made the shock of the infliction evaporate. He started to thrust hard and fast, still keeping me pressed to the table as he did. Why on earth did I like it so much? He filled my pussy with his girth, driving himself so deep that each time he went all the way in, I could feel him teasing my g-spot. I felt a flood of pleasure each time he did. I tried to shift my body slightly as the edge of the table cut into the top of my thighs, but he was holding me there so tightly I couldn’t have moved if I wanted to. After a dozen or so hard thrusts, they became steady and fast, even faster than the beat of the music echoing around us. The light in the booth was dim, but I could see the reflection of his face in the glass surface of the table. His steel colored eyes were filled with desire and his face was locked in an expression that resembled a mixture of rage and passion.
“Don’t stop…” I whispered as my body continued to demand more.
“I wouldn’t stop, even if you begged me to.” I felt his cock swelling even larger inside of my pussy.
The speed picked up even more with thrusts driven so hard, I felt the table actually start to move. It teetered forward, and then slammed down when he started to slide the other direction, only to lift again with the next thrust. There was a thick wetness on the front of my thighs and a stinging sensation where the edge of the table had dug into my flesh. I knew I was bleeding, but I didn’t care; the thrill was too strong. My body would heal. All I wanted at that moment was for him to keep doing exactly what he was doing, even if the table sawed my legs off completely. The grip he had on my neck was so tight that I could feel the tip of his fingernails. One was against my jugular vein, which rapidly beat along with my heart. The table continued to rise and fall with his lustful thrusts, each one sending a sting through my body along with a surge of pleasure. I felt my body start to tighten and I knew was close to an orgasm. Each time his cock slid across my g-spot, it got closer.
“Harder…” I
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