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Authors: Natasha Blackthorne
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needed him inside her, filling her up, fucking her hard. A moan escaped her.
“Plead for me, Beth,” he repeated, his voice deeper, huskier this time.
He was the source of all pleasure, all pain, all relief. She wanted only to feel him inside her. Whatever it took.
“Yes, Grey, please… please fuck me now.”
With the words still leaving her lips, hand on her neck, he nudged her to lean forwards. His muscular, hairy leg tickled the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, and she opened to him. She sighed, anticipation increasing as the heat of his cock glided along the crease of her bottom, along her cunt to tease her nub. She’d never felt so empty, so desperate to have a man inside her. Moaning hungrily, she arched backwards. Would he never enter her?
He lifted her leg and bent it to the side, then his hardness filled her, stretched her. The joy of it made her catch her breath. He lowered her leg, then pressed his face into the curve of her neck. He pulled almost all the way out. She cried out and he thrust deep again, his hands squeezing her breasts with a glorious roughness. He nipped at her neck and moved in and out of her, a long series of hard, powerful strokes. In the mirror, she watched her body shake with the impact of it, again and again. Never had the sight of anything been so exciting.
His fingers brushed her nub, sending sparks of fiery pleasure racing through her, culminating in a swift and violent orgasm. She leant back against him, cradled in his strong arms with his lips pressing her temple while she waited for the world to stop spinning.
This was all that mattered. These stolen moments. Because it was all she could have of him. All she could afford to have of him.
He hadn’t come. She could feel his stomach muscles still tense with longing against her body, his cock still hard within her. The afternoon was just beginning.
He withdrew. “Let’s go to bed.” The passion in his voice resonated deep in her belly. He took her hand and led her to the bed.
She fell onto it sideways, sinking into a feather bed as soft as a snow drift. He took her ankles and drew her body towards him until her legs dangled over the edge. Kneeling between them, he cupped her bottom, lifting her up. Holding her breath, she watched him lower his head until his face almost touched her quim. He exhaled slowly, blowing warm, moist air into the pale blonde hair. His tongue stole out and flicked her erect clit. Her hips jerked but he held her still for his licks.
He sucked her tight nub. Ran his tongue round it. Grazed it lightly with his teeth. All the while she rolled her head on the pillow, her eyes closed, lost to sensation until her tension grew to a point close to pain.
She tried to thrust her hips, to show him her need, but he held her so she could not move. Her feet pressed hard into the feather bed, her hands fisted the bedspread. “God…Gre…” She shivered with need. “Please, oh please .”
He thrust a finger into her, then two, finding that sweet, sensitive spot and giving it repeated, determined, delicious pressure. She twined her fingers into his thick, silken hair and let herself go, pressing and spasming and creaming against those angular, patrician features.
When she came back to herself she was aware of his cheek resting against her mound, his fingertips tracing her hipbone.
The bed rocked as he moved.
“Come here.” He motioned to his hard-muscled midsection. “Climb on. I want to watch you ride me. I want to see your pretty breasts bounce while you’re wearing your pearls. I pictured it when I was purchasing them and it very nearly made me rock hard to think on it.”
She crawled to him, then straddled him, lowering herself until her quim brushed his straining cock.
Arching her back, she raised her arms above her head, displaying herself to best advantage. Aware the whole time of how he watched her, she leisurely lowered her arms, then cupped her breasts and pressed them together.
He
“Plead for me, Beth,” he repeated, his voice deeper, huskier this time.
He was the source of all pleasure, all pain, all relief. She wanted only to feel him inside her. Whatever it took.
“Yes, Grey, please… please fuck me now.”
With the words still leaving her lips, hand on her neck, he nudged her to lean forwards. His muscular, hairy leg tickled the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, and she opened to him. She sighed, anticipation increasing as the heat of his cock glided along the crease of her bottom, along her cunt to tease her nub. She’d never felt so empty, so desperate to have a man inside her. Moaning hungrily, she arched backwards. Would he never enter her?
He lifted her leg and bent it to the side, then his hardness filled her, stretched her. The joy of it made her catch her breath. He lowered her leg, then pressed his face into the curve of her neck. He pulled almost all the way out. She cried out and he thrust deep again, his hands squeezing her breasts with a glorious roughness. He nipped at her neck and moved in and out of her, a long series of hard, powerful strokes. In the mirror, she watched her body shake with the impact of it, again and again. Never had the sight of anything been so exciting.
His fingers brushed her nub, sending sparks of fiery pleasure racing through her, culminating in a swift and violent orgasm. She leant back against him, cradled in his strong arms with his lips pressing her temple while she waited for the world to stop spinning.
This was all that mattered. These stolen moments. Because it was all she could have of him. All she could afford to have of him.
He hadn’t come. She could feel his stomach muscles still tense with longing against her body, his cock still hard within her. The afternoon was just beginning.
He withdrew. “Let’s go to bed.” The passion in his voice resonated deep in her belly. He took her hand and led her to the bed.
She fell onto it sideways, sinking into a feather bed as soft as a snow drift. He took her ankles and drew her body towards him until her legs dangled over the edge. Kneeling between them, he cupped her bottom, lifting her up. Holding her breath, she watched him lower his head until his face almost touched her quim. He exhaled slowly, blowing warm, moist air into the pale blonde hair. His tongue stole out and flicked her erect clit. Her hips jerked but he held her still for his licks.
He sucked her tight nub. Ran his tongue round it. Grazed it lightly with his teeth. All the while she rolled her head on the pillow, her eyes closed, lost to sensation until her tension grew to a point close to pain.
She tried to thrust her hips, to show him her need, but he held her so she could not move. Her feet pressed hard into the feather bed, her hands fisted the bedspread. “God…Gre…” She shivered with need. “Please, oh please .”
He thrust a finger into her, then two, finding that sweet, sensitive spot and giving it repeated, determined, delicious pressure. She twined her fingers into his thick, silken hair and let herself go, pressing and spasming and creaming against those angular, patrician features.
When she came back to herself she was aware of his cheek resting against her mound, his fingertips tracing her hipbone.
The bed rocked as he moved.
“Come here.” He motioned to his hard-muscled midsection. “Climb on. I want to watch you ride me. I want to see your pretty breasts bounce while you’re wearing your pearls. I pictured it when I was purchasing them and it very nearly made me rock hard to think on it.”
She crawled to him, then straddled him, lowering herself until her quim brushed his straining cock.
Arching her back, she raised her arms above her head, displaying herself to best advantage. Aware the whole time of how he watched her, she leisurely lowered her arms, then cupped her breasts and pressed them together.
He
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