Hekate's Passage: A Story of Sex and Rock'n'roll, Part 1, Vol. 1

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Authors: Eleyne Kot, Yasmin Lazaro
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fancied in this way for so long... and so much. I can’t refuse him. I don’t even think I’d be able to say “no” to the owner of these brown captivating eyes. So very soon I beg him to fuck me, which he does very eagerly. I feel his hard dick slide inside me and I whimper in ecstasy even at the very first touch. His whole hardness fills me deliciously, making me burn and want him to distraction. All I want now is to be fucked by him and I don’t hesitate to tell him this. I moan and beg him.
    “Tony, please, fuck me. Don’t stop.”
    He screws me from behind as I moan in pleasure. He caresses my clit, as I gasp in waves of ecstasy. I just can’t contain my feelings and emotions for him. My body trembles under his touch and my loud moans and yells have probably already awakened everybody in the house. He caresses my boobs, kisses and bites my neck, slaps my ass. He bangs me hard at the same time until he pushes me over the edge, just like he did many times during the night. He shudders and grunts, burying himself deeply inside me and climaxing as well. He presses me tight against his hips, trying to go in as deep as he can while flooding me with his seed. I hear his heavy breathing and groans; he bites my neck hard in passion and I squeal loud. It’s almost painful, as the pleasure mixes with pain. But I surrender to it, and let him do whatever he may please.
    I bask for a few moments in the warmth of his skin, then turn my head to kiss him. We share a wet, long French kiss that leaves me longing for more. But I know I will always want more of him. He croons while caressing my back.
    “You’re so sweet, Eleyne.”
    He then licks the irritated skin on my neck. His warm tongue almost heals the pain.
    Then he becomes all business and I can’t keep him in bed with me any longer, even though I try.
    “ Stay with me, Tony,” I coo, stretching delightfully and showing him all my curves, licking my lips lasciviously wanting to taste him again. “I want your dick again. I want to suck you, Tony.”
    I haven’t yet tasted his cum, every time he climaxed he was either in my pussy or arse, but I want to taste him; he must be delicious, as tasty as his whole person.
    He smiles.
    “Are you trying to tempt me, Eleyne?”
    “Yes, indeed, Tony,” I roll to all fours and start crawling in his direction, then beckon at him, “I want you...”
    “Honey, you’re really inspiring. Your wet pussy, tight arse and hot attitude sent me to the moon and back. It’s been really incredible fucking you, baby...”
    “Come on then, baby. We can have more of it.” I purr, trying to catch him but he’s a bit too far away from the bed.
    “I can’t, baby. At least not now. We have some things to do. But I promise, you’ll have more fun in the evening. After we come back.”
    He moves and slaps my butt from behind and walks away before I catch him. I just look disappointed when he goes to the bathroom to take a shower. After a few minutes he comes out and starts getting dressed. He announces to me.
    “We have some stuff to arrange in the city. On the way back we’ll go to the stone circle and see what’s going on there. Maybe your things haven’t disappeared.”
    “Thank you,” I say simply.
    Then he adds.
    “If you want to take a shower the bathroom’s over there,” he points, then frowns, “perhaps put on my robe afterwards. We have a cook who's a religious freak, but she makes good food - that's why we keep her. But it's better not to get her excited, otherwise we get no lunch or dinner.” He winks.
    I wink back at him still lying in bed. The bed sheets and pillows smell of sex, of him and I just want to roll over them, rubbing my skin against them to have his scent on me. Almost like some primitive, long forgotten animal drive that rules my body at this moment. He smiles widely seeing what I’m doing and adds.
    “The breakfast is served in the garden.” He bends down over the bed, kisses me very deeply and even

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