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a small voice in the back of her brain said, “What the fuck are you doing?!” But she was beyond the point of listening to that voice. She'd never such insatiable desire for anyone before. Her body, yearning for Torsten’s touch again, took over the controls, and her mind was powerless to resist.
Torsten’s mouth pulled up into a brief smirk before lowering to hers again. As she closed her eyes to fully give in to his kiss, she felt her legs buckle beneath her. Torsten scooped her up in his arms instantly. His long, strong arms supported under her knees and across her back in a princess carry, never breaking the kiss for a second. Helena grew even hotter at the sweet gesture.
Only when he laid her down gently on the couch, did he pull away and look at her.
“Fucking hell, Helena. You’re gorgeous.”
He looked ready to completely devour her, his eyes full of hunger and need. He could have been frightening, but she was not frightened at all. Strangely she felt safer here, in the arms and under the spell of a man she barely knew, than she ever felt in the years with her ex-husband.
Torsten's hand traveled from around the back of her knee to the inside of her thigh. His fingertips dancing along her bare skin ignited her nerve endings like live wires. With a small growl, he broke eye contact with her and moved his mouth to her earlobe. He sucked and nibbled, teasing her mercilessly. The intensity sent her back arching against him, her clit throbbing like it connected directly to her ear. Helena's breath and heartbeat quickened as the reality set in of what they were doing. What they were about to do.
“Torst-” she gasped as his hand disappeared under her little black dress and pressed against her soaking wet vulva.
Chapter 10
Torsten
Torsten made a small sound that was half moan, half growl as he nipped her earlobe, then traveled his teeth down her neck.
His fingers teased the entrance to her dripping slit, rubbing her engorged lips and staying just away from her clitoris. He wanted her so wet she'd make a puddle on the couch. He wanted her trembling, crying, begging to be fucked mercilessly so she could come all over his thick, rigid cock. It was all he could do to not throw her on the couch and fuck her brainless as soon as he saw her standing there in her tight black dress.
This was it. This was who he was meant to conquer tonight. He knew in the back of his mind she would find him, and be waiting for him again. He knew that sending her money would get a reaction. She showed him in the hotel room that she was a proud, strong woman who wouldn't let that shit slide. And now here she was, gorgeous and powerless in his arms.
She moaned and writhed her hips against his fingers, her body undulating like a beautiful wave.
That's right, love. Give that sweet pussy what it wants.
Torsten kissed where her neck and shoulder connected, slowly moving to her collarbone as he pulled the strap of her dress down her shoulder. He never let up the pressure of his other hand between her legs, his fingers slick with her juices.
Helena tried to clamp her legs shut. He felt the coiled up tension in her body, desperate for a release, but he was nowhere to close to giving it to her yet. He forced her legs open, positioning his knees between hers. His adamant cock felt ready to burst through his pants, but he had to make himself wait, too. To torture her with pleasure, he'd have to torture himself a little too.
He pulled Helena's dress down further to expose her luscious, heaving breasts and tore his mouth away from her collarbone for a moment to admire them.
“My God, Helena. You are divine,” he rasped at her. He kissed her deeply on the mouth again, freeing both hands to embrace her gorgeous tits with his fingers. Her nipples were already rock hard, he found, as he gently pinched and rolled his fingers over them. Each little pinch elicited a small squeal from her into his mouth.
He lifted
Torsten’s mouth pulled up into a brief smirk before lowering to hers again. As she closed her eyes to fully give in to his kiss, she felt her legs buckle beneath her. Torsten scooped her up in his arms instantly. His long, strong arms supported under her knees and across her back in a princess carry, never breaking the kiss for a second. Helena grew even hotter at the sweet gesture.
Only when he laid her down gently on the couch, did he pull away and look at her.
“Fucking hell, Helena. You’re gorgeous.”
He looked ready to completely devour her, his eyes full of hunger and need. He could have been frightening, but she was not frightened at all. Strangely she felt safer here, in the arms and under the spell of a man she barely knew, than she ever felt in the years with her ex-husband.
Torsten's hand traveled from around the back of her knee to the inside of her thigh. His fingertips dancing along her bare skin ignited her nerve endings like live wires. With a small growl, he broke eye contact with her and moved his mouth to her earlobe. He sucked and nibbled, teasing her mercilessly. The intensity sent her back arching against him, her clit throbbing like it connected directly to her ear. Helena's breath and heartbeat quickened as the reality set in of what they were doing. What they were about to do.
“Torst-” she gasped as his hand disappeared under her little black dress and pressed against her soaking wet vulva.
Chapter 10
Torsten
Torsten made a small sound that was half moan, half growl as he nipped her earlobe, then traveled his teeth down her neck.
His fingers teased the entrance to her dripping slit, rubbing her engorged lips and staying just away from her clitoris. He wanted her so wet she'd make a puddle on the couch. He wanted her trembling, crying, begging to be fucked mercilessly so she could come all over his thick, rigid cock. It was all he could do to not throw her on the couch and fuck her brainless as soon as he saw her standing there in her tight black dress.
This was it. This was who he was meant to conquer tonight. He knew in the back of his mind she would find him, and be waiting for him again. He knew that sending her money would get a reaction. She showed him in the hotel room that she was a proud, strong woman who wouldn't let that shit slide. And now here she was, gorgeous and powerless in his arms.
She moaned and writhed her hips against his fingers, her body undulating like a beautiful wave.
That's right, love. Give that sweet pussy what it wants.
Torsten kissed where her neck and shoulder connected, slowly moving to her collarbone as he pulled the strap of her dress down her shoulder. He never let up the pressure of his other hand between her legs, his fingers slick with her juices.
Helena tried to clamp her legs shut. He felt the coiled up tension in her body, desperate for a release, but he was nowhere to close to giving it to her yet. He forced her legs open, positioning his knees between hers. His adamant cock felt ready to burst through his pants, but he had to make himself wait, too. To torture her with pleasure, he'd have to torture himself a little too.
He pulled Helena's dress down further to expose her luscious, heaving breasts and tore his mouth away from her collarbone for a moment to admire them.
“My God, Helena. You are divine,” he rasped at her. He kissed her deeply on the mouth again, freeing both hands to embrace her gorgeous tits with his fingers. Her nipples were already rock hard, he found, as he gently pinched and rolled his fingers over them. Each little pinch elicited a small squeal from her into his mouth.
He lifted
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