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Authors: Octavia Wildwood
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anticipated being taken to a remote cabin, handcuffed to a bed and fucked! But when I saw that Hayden didn’t care one bit, I decided I didn’t either.
And hey, at least I’d finally shaved.
He buried his face between my thighs, his tongue lapping at my wet slit as the tip of his nose bumped against my hardening clit. There was no teasing this time. He didn’t draw it out. He just gave me forceful, unyielding pleasure, sucking my throbbing pearl into his mouth and lashing his wet, rough tongue against it as I cried out.
My back arched and my toes curled. My unrestrained hand was tangled in Hayden’s thick, dark hair as I squirmed on the bed beneath him. I could hear the bedframe hitting against the wall but I didn’t care. In fact, it barely even registered. The only thing I could think about was the way Hayden’s mouth felt on my clit.
He slipped two fingers into my slick pussy, finding me tight but soaked. He immediately curled his fingers inside me, pressing them against the front wall of my sex. I hissed when I felt his fingertips graze my g-spot, my entire body going rigid. I knew I was past the point of all self-control. Now, in this moment, I was completely and totally his.
My low, throaty moan became a whimper as my body clamped down on Hayden’s fingers and my clit began to spasm in ecstasy. My entire body trembled, quivering as my sweet release overtook me.
As I came for him, Hayden continued to lap at my pussy with ferocity I’d never witnessed before. The urgency and desperation I sensed in him caught me off guard. And then there came a point where my body was simply too sensitive to continue to endure his oral attentions. Flushed and panting, I pushed his head away.
He collapsed next to me, his head by my breast. He was out of breath and his normally perfectly groomed hair was dishevelled, likely thanks to my hand tugging at it. He gazed up at me silently as though trying to memorize every contour of my face. Then he reached up and tried to take me in his arms to hold me like he used to.
“What about you?” I asked, pulling away as best I could. I dodged his kiss because it was no longer an expression of raw, primal passion…at least it wasn’t for me. Now that I’d been satiated, a kiss meant much more than “fuck me” – it meant things that I couldn’t allow myself to feel. Not again.
“Tonight’s all about you,” he said firmly despite the revealing and rather impressive bulge he was sporting. “I don’t deserve you.”
“What if I want your cock?”
“Do you?”
“Yes.” I knew he always got sleepy after sex.
He pounced on me then, as though that had been the cue he’d been waiting for all along. Tearing his pants off, he was on top of me at once , barely pausing to hastily put a condom on. I felt him position the tip of his thick cock against my entrance and then he pushed, entering me in one deliberate, needful thrust.
Gasping, I was dimly aware of my handcuff clanking against the bedframe as I struggled against it before surrendering. No matter how many times Hayden took me, I’d never get used to that initial invasion. He always felt huge as he slid inside me, but the very entry that had once made an inexperienced virgin nervous now thrilled me. There was nothing quite like being filled up, stretching to accommodate the girth of a man desperate to be inside me.
And it was clear that Hayden was desperate.
“I’ve missed this so much,” he murmured, his words muffled and his breath hot against my neck. “I’ve missed you so much,” he groaned as he began to move on top of me. I said nothing. I couldn’t trust my voice.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, my body instinctually matching his rhythm as he had his way with me. Just like that, I was raring to go again, my body coming to life with renewed sexual need. He had that effect on me.
Like all good things, the sex had to come to
And hey, at least I’d finally shaved.
He buried his face between my thighs, his tongue lapping at my wet slit as the tip of his nose bumped against my hardening clit. There was no teasing this time. He didn’t draw it out. He just gave me forceful, unyielding pleasure, sucking my throbbing pearl into his mouth and lashing his wet, rough tongue against it as I cried out.
My back arched and my toes curled. My unrestrained hand was tangled in Hayden’s thick, dark hair as I squirmed on the bed beneath him. I could hear the bedframe hitting against the wall but I didn’t care. In fact, it barely even registered. The only thing I could think about was the way Hayden’s mouth felt on my clit.
He slipped two fingers into my slick pussy, finding me tight but soaked. He immediately curled his fingers inside me, pressing them against the front wall of my sex. I hissed when I felt his fingertips graze my g-spot, my entire body going rigid. I knew I was past the point of all self-control. Now, in this moment, I was completely and totally his.
My low, throaty moan became a whimper as my body clamped down on Hayden’s fingers and my clit began to spasm in ecstasy. My entire body trembled, quivering as my sweet release overtook me.
As I came for him, Hayden continued to lap at my pussy with ferocity I’d never witnessed before. The urgency and desperation I sensed in him caught me off guard. And then there came a point where my body was simply too sensitive to continue to endure his oral attentions. Flushed and panting, I pushed his head away.
He collapsed next to me, his head by my breast. He was out of breath and his normally perfectly groomed hair was dishevelled, likely thanks to my hand tugging at it. He gazed up at me silently as though trying to memorize every contour of my face. Then he reached up and tried to take me in his arms to hold me like he used to.
“What about you?” I asked, pulling away as best I could. I dodged his kiss because it was no longer an expression of raw, primal passion…at least it wasn’t for me. Now that I’d been satiated, a kiss meant much more than “fuck me” – it meant things that I couldn’t allow myself to feel. Not again.
“Tonight’s all about you,” he said firmly despite the revealing and rather impressive bulge he was sporting. “I don’t deserve you.”
“What if I want your cock?”
“Do you?”
“Yes.” I knew he always got sleepy after sex.
He pounced on me then, as though that had been the cue he’d been waiting for all along. Tearing his pants off, he was on top of me at once , barely pausing to hastily put a condom on. I felt him position the tip of his thick cock against my entrance and then he pushed, entering me in one deliberate, needful thrust.
Gasping, I was dimly aware of my handcuff clanking against the bedframe as I struggled against it before surrendering. No matter how many times Hayden took me, I’d never get used to that initial invasion. He always felt huge as he slid inside me, but the very entry that had once made an inexperienced virgin nervous now thrilled me. There was nothing quite like being filled up, stretching to accommodate the girth of a man desperate to be inside me.
And it was clear that Hayden was desperate.
“I’ve missed this so much,” he murmured, his words muffled and his breath hot against my neck. “I’ve missed you so much,” he groaned as he began to move on top of me. I said nothing. I couldn’t trust my voice.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, my body instinctually matching his rhythm as he had his way with me. Just like that, I was raring to go again, my body coming to life with renewed sexual need. He had that effect on me.
Like all good things, the sex had to come to
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