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Authors: Dawn Steele
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left her breathless. His ardor was so urgent and his need so
great that it was all she could do but be battered against the table, which was
thankfully heavy and strong enough not to be pushed by the brunt of his raw,
fucking power.
He stroked into her and pummeled
into her. There was nothing gentle about his fucking this time. It was all raw
heat and unbridled power. It was the fuck of a century. The fuck of flesh
slapping against flesh and liquid, lubricating juices staining balls and inner
thighs. The fuck of a rod-hard cock slamming against the mouth of her cervix,
rubbing and chafing against her G-spot until she was delirious and screaming
out in pleasure and pain and everything in between.
Her orgasm was even more violent
than the previous one. That one had been the interplay of sensuality and
differing textures. This one was borne of raw lust – lust like nothing
she had ever encountered. God, to think that a man could want her so much! The
euphoria this brought spiraled her soul into the starlight outside – to
the reaches of the universe.
Rust! Rust! Rust!
He came just as the curtain
opened again.
His sperm jetted into her over-stimulated
vaginal tunnel. She could feel the tide of it, flowing in a hot deluge into her
womb. And higher – crawling into the deepest spaces of her where her
womanly parts lay waiting. The joy flowered in her heart and sent spears of
ecstasy into her mind. Her satisfaction was immense.
Carlo stood at the doorway,
carrying a tray with decanter of clear fluid and two glasses.
Rust did not pull out. He was
panting.
“Your sake , sir,” Carlo
said between his teeth.
Rust waved him in as he pulled
his dripping penis out of Kate’s swollen pussy.
“Thank you, waiter.”
Kate was too winded to move. She
lay draped over the table like a ragdoll. She could only watch Carlo come in
once again and set the tray down on the table beside her. He expertly poured
the Japanese wine into the two shot glasses.
Rust took one glass up. He
stroked her damp hair off her forehead.
“You thirsty, beloved?”
She was aware of the
undercurrents in the tiny room. How much was Rust playing to their audience of one? Beloved. Darling. The endearments kept tripping off his honeyed tongue
like nectar.
“Yes,” she whispered.
All the talk had been fucked out
of her.
He helped her up to the chair
where she sat down, exhausted. Her pussy was sore like it had never been sore
before. He put the glass to her lips and said, “Drink”. He watched her gulp at
the sake thirstily and her throat move as she swallowed it.
He stroked her hair again.
“Satisfied?” he said.
“Yes.”
Carlo’s eyes glittered, and that
was when she knew they had made a mistake.
10
Later that night, Rust tucked her
into bed beside him. They were both naked on the big bed in his bedroom.
“I don’t think I can fuck anymore
tonight,” he groaned.
She had to laugh. “Me neither.
I’m glad to know you’re human.”
“Not quite.” He turned to her in
the darkness. They had showered again and his hair smelled of clean shampoo. “This
is nice.”
The tone in his voice was
pensive.
She sucked in her breath.
Then she said, “Yes, it is.”
Silence. She could see the
silhouette of his Adam’s apple moving.
He said in a casual air, “You
ever thought of moving out of that college dorm of yours?”
The air froze around them. Did
she just hear what she thought she heard?
She licked her lips. “Moving
out?”
“Yes.”
Did she dare say it? Or was she
setting herself up for disappointment again? Here comes the put down. So
what’s new, Kate Penney?
But she was a masochist. A
literal one.
And so she said, “Where would I
move to?”
She could hear the thudding of
her heart in her ears. Fool, fool, fool, she scolded herself. Why do
you do these things? It was just like those diamond earrings. Carlo was
right. She was a train wreck waiting to happen. A doormat waiting for Rust
O’Brien to stomp
great that it was all she could do but be battered against the table, which was
thankfully heavy and strong enough not to be pushed by the brunt of his raw,
fucking power.
He stroked into her and pummeled
into her. There was nothing gentle about his fucking this time. It was all raw
heat and unbridled power. It was the fuck of a century. The fuck of flesh
slapping against flesh and liquid, lubricating juices staining balls and inner
thighs. The fuck of a rod-hard cock slamming against the mouth of her cervix,
rubbing and chafing against her G-spot until she was delirious and screaming
out in pleasure and pain and everything in between.
Her orgasm was even more violent
than the previous one. That one had been the interplay of sensuality and
differing textures. This one was borne of raw lust – lust like nothing
she had ever encountered. God, to think that a man could want her so much! The
euphoria this brought spiraled her soul into the starlight outside – to
the reaches of the universe.
Rust! Rust! Rust!
He came just as the curtain
opened again.
His sperm jetted into her over-stimulated
vaginal tunnel. She could feel the tide of it, flowing in a hot deluge into her
womb. And higher – crawling into the deepest spaces of her where her
womanly parts lay waiting. The joy flowered in her heart and sent spears of
ecstasy into her mind. Her satisfaction was immense.
Carlo stood at the doorway,
carrying a tray with decanter of clear fluid and two glasses.
Rust did not pull out. He was
panting.
“Your sake , sir,” Carlo
said between his teeth.
Rust waved him in as he pulled
his dripping penis out of Kate’s swollen pussy.
“Thank you, waiter.”
Kate was too winded to move. She
lay draped over the table like a ragdoll. She could only watch Carlo come in
once again and set the tray down on the table beside her. He expertly poured
the Japanese wine into the two shot glasses.
Rust took one glass up. He
stroked her damp hair off her forehead.
“You thirsty, beloved?”
She was aware of the
undercurrents in the tiny room. How much was Rust playing to their audience of one? Beloved. Darling. The endearments kept tripping off his honeyed tongue
like nectar.
“Yes,” she whispered.
All the talk had been fucked out
of her.
He helped her up to the chair
where she sat down, exhausted. Her pussy was sore like it had never been sore
before. He put the glass to her lips and said, “Drink”. He watched her gulp at
the sake thirstily and her throat move as she swallowed it.
He stroked her hair again.
“Satisfied?” he said.
“Yes.”
Carlo’s eyes glittered, and that
was when she knew they had made a mistake.
10
Later that night, Rust tucked her
into bed beside him. They were both naked on the big bed in his bedroom.
“I don’t think I can fuck anymore
tonight,” he groaned.
She had to laugh. “Me neither.
I’m glad to know you’re human.”
“Not quite.” He turned to her in
the darkness. They had showered again and his hair smelled of clean shampoo. “This
is nice.”
The tone in his voice was
pensive.
She sucked in her breath.
Then she said, “Yes, it is.”
Silence. She could see the
silhouette of his Adam’s apple moving.
He said in a casual air, “You
ever thought of moving out of that college dorm of yours?”
The air froze around them. Did
she just hear what she thought she heard?
She licked her lips. “Moving
out?”
“Yes.”
Did she dare say it? Or was she
setting herself up for disappointment again? Here comes the put down. So
what’s new, Kate Penney?
But she was a masochist. A
literal one.
And so she said, “Where would I
move to?”
She could hear the thudding of
her heart in her ears. Fool, fool, fool, she scolded herself. Why do
you do these things? It was just like those diamond earrings. Carlo was
right. She was a train wreck waiting to happen. A doormat waiting for Rust
O’Brien to stomp
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