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the hem of her dress above her hips and brought his mouth to the delicate crest of her right hipbone. He took the edge of her panties in his teeth and started to drag them down.
“Torsten...,” she panted.
He paused and looked up at her. “Shall I stop?” he asked before planting a small kiss just inside her thigh. His eyes dared her to defy him, dared her to refuse this pleasure she'd never felt before.
Her ravishing torso heaved with her deep breaths. Her face was flushed red with a pained expression, her mouth hanging delicately open. Torsten felt his cock swelling and he smiled to himself. She was so desperate to come, she was putty in his hands.
“No... Please don't stop,” she pleaded.
“That's my girl,” he growled as he gripped her panties with his teeth again. The words came out of his mouth before his brain caught up, but it was true. In this moment at least, she belonged completely to him.
His mouth dragged her panties to her knees, where he finished removing them with his hands, but his mouth remained attached to the smooth skin of her beautiful leg. He wanted to taste, touch, and explore every inch of her luscious curves before penetrating her hot, waiting pussy. Agonizingly slowly, he kissed his way down. First the side of her knee, then her shapely, taut calf muscle, then her ankle, and then finally he kissed her foot and her toes.
Because he belonged to her too. He saw how pained she was in his hotel room. She needed pleasure more than anyone, his pleasure. From the moment he saw her, his sole existence was to please her. To ravish her body and make her feel like a whole woman again. If kissing her feet made her come, he'd spend the whole night doing just that.
Yes, he’d tell her the truth about Lars. Fuck him and his manipulating, secretive ways. He had no loyalty to that bastard anymore. At some point after this, he’d sit down with Helena, fully clothed even, and get it all out in the open. She would know without a doubt what a scumbag her ex was. Maybe he would even share a little of past with her. For some reason, he cared about what she thought of him. And he didn’t want to be a scumbag in her eyes.
Pleasure and orgasms first. Difficult conversations later.
As he gazed up at her soaking, inviting vulva, he knew exactly what he needed to do to bring her to ecstasy. Torsten couldn't take it anymore. He had a ravenous hunger for that decadent, quivering pussy and needed to feast.
Chapter 11
Helena
Helena's entire body felt aflame and her skin almost painfully sensitive. Every touch from Torsten consumed her and made her more desperate for a release. She never felt this powerless to a man's touch before, and yet she felt like a goddess.
He literally kissed my feet!
She couldn’t tear her eyes away from Torsten's massive bulge in his pants ready to be freed, but he never touched himself once. His hands and his mouth worshiped her, yet exploited every tender spot on her body until she trembled underneath him.
He licked and kissed in such painfully slow circles around her vulva, lapping up at her wetness with an insatiable thirst. The more he teased and avoided her clit, the wetter and more desperate she became.
“Please,” she begged breathlessly, and he smiled wickedly up at her.
Helena gasped as he finally parted her folds with two fingers and eased them inside her.
“Oh fuck, you're so tight,” he told her, barely above a whisper.
Her inner walls hugged his fingers as he pressed them upward and stroked firmly.
“Oh, god!” Helena cried out and arched her back as his fingers filled her. She was on the edge of bliss but needed more, so much more.
His mouth sealed a kiss over her clitoris as his tongue finally pressed against that hard, unforgiving button. His fingers continued to stroke the inside of her pussy while pressing against her top wall.
Helena cried out louder, not caring who heard. Tears welled in her eyes as waves of
“Torsten...,” she panted.
He paused and looked up at her. “Shall I stop?” he asked before planting a small kiss just inside her thigh. His eyes dared her to defy him, dared her to refuse this pleasure she'd never felt before.
Her ravishing torso heaved with her deep breaths. Her face was flushed red with a pained expression, her mouth hanging delicately open. Torsten felt his cock swelling and he smiled to himself. She was so desperate to come, she was putty in his hands.
“No... Please don't stop,” she pleaded.
“That's my girl,” he growled as he gripped her panties with his teeth again. The words came out of his mouth before his brain caught up, but it was true. In this moment at least, she belonged completely to him.
His mouth dragged her panties to her knees, where he finished removing them with his hands, but his mouth remained attached to the smooth skin of her beautiful leg. He wanted to taste, touch, and explore every inch of her luscious curves before penetrating her hot, waiting pussy. Agonizingly slowly, he kissed his way down. First the side of her knee, then her shapely, taut calf muscle, then her ankle, and then finally he kissed her foot and her toes.
Because he belonged to her too. He saw how pained she was in his hotel room. She needed pleasure more than anyone, his pleasure. From the moment he saw her, his sole existence was to please her. To ravish her body and make her feel like a whole woman again. If kissing her feet made her come, he'd spend the whole night doing just that.
Yes, he’d tell her the truth about Lars. Fuck him and his manipulating, secretive ways. He had no loyalty to that bastard anymore. At some point after this, he’d sit down with Helena, fully clothed even, and get it all out in the open. She would know without a doubt what a scumbag her ex was. Maybe he would even share a little of past with her. For some reason, he cared about what she thought of him. And he didn’t want to be a scumbag in her eyes.
Pleasure and orgasms first. Difficult conversations later.
As he gazed up at her soaking, inviting vulva, he knew exactly what he needed to do to bring her to ecstasy. Torsten couldn't take it anymore. He had a ravenous hunger for that decadent, quivering pussy and needed to feast.
Chapter 11
Helena
Helena's entire body felt aflame and her skin almost painfully sensitive. Every touch from Torsten consumed her and made her more desperate for a release. She never felt this powerless to a man's touch before, and yet she felt like a goddess.
He literally kissed my feet!
She couldn’t tear her eyes away from Torsten's massive bulge in his pants ready to be freed, but he never touched himself once. His hands and his mouth worshiped her, yet exploited every tender spot on her body until she trembled underneath him.
He licked and kissed in such painfully slow circles around her vulva, lapping up at her wetness with an insatiable thirst. The more he teased and avoided her clit, the wetter and more desperate she became.
“Please,” she begged breathlessly, and he smiled wickedly up at her.
Helena gasped as he finally parted her folds with two fingers and eased them inside her.
“Oh fuck, you're so tight,” he told her, barely above a whisper.
Her inner walls hugged his fingers as he pressed them upward and stroked firmly.
“Oh, god!” Helena cried out and arched her back as his fingers filled her. She was on the edge of bliss but needed more, so much more.
His mouth sealed a kiss over her clitoris as his tongue finally pressed against that hard, unforgiving button. His fingers continued to stroke the inside of her pussy while pressing against her top wall.
Helena cried out louder, not caring who heard. Tears welled in her eyes as waves of
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