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me pleasure with his mouth as much as I loved receiving it. By the time he’d brought me to an earth-shattering climax – or just to the edge if he felt like teasing me – he was always rock hard. This time was no different.
As soon as my orgasm hit, he was on top of me. His hardness slid into my quivering, silky depths before my climax had even subsided, the welcome invasion reigniting a whole new burst of excitement within me. He stretched me open so satisfyingly, almost to the point where it was uncomfortable. It hurt so good…
Hayden pulled his tie completely off then and tied my wrists to the bedframe with it. A shiver of anticipation went through me. There was something so hot about being bound and completely at his mercy. I wouldn’t surrender myself to just anyone, but I trusted Hayden completely. Handing over power to him in the bedroom always seemed to bring us closer and that was something I’d been craving lately.
The lights were still on but , despite having the same insecurities about my body that most women do, I felt no shame. How could I when Hayden was gazing down at me like I was the sexiest woman in the entire world? It was tough to feel anything but confident and desirable when he looked at me like that.
Our eyes remained locked as our bodies found that familiar rhythm that had come to feel like second nature. It was ecstasy.
It was hard to believe that not long ago I’d been an inexperienced twenty-eight year old virgin. Being intimate with Hayden felt so natural and so right that sometimes I forgot we hadn’t been together for years. We knew each other so well , body and mind. He knew how to drive me crazy with just a look and exactly where to touch me to make me cry out in pleasure. And judging by his reactions, I had the same power over him.
Writhing in ecstasy beneath Hayden, I pulled at my bonds , testing them. The necktie around my wrists held firm, reminding me of just how helpless I was. A warm blush spread over me as I began to moan with longing. Hayden took that as his cue to give me what I wanted, and he grabbed my hips firmly before driving himself into me even faster and harder.
That was it. I couldn’t take any more. I shattered, my body igniting with passion as my orgasm consumed me. Hayden’s hand clamped over my mouth to stifle my screams, his eyes alive with excitement as he watched me cum for him. His own climax wasn’t far off.
Once Hayden had untied me and we were lying there in bed together, my mind turned back to the task at hand. I just wanted to bask in the afterglow of our lovemaking, but I knew I couldn’t keep putting off the inevitable. I took a deep breath, shifted my body around so I was facing him and walked into the eye of the storm with as much courage as I could muster.
“Hayden, we need to talk.”
He rolled onto his side and propped his head up on his hand. “Okay. What’s up?”
I took a deep breath. “There’s no easy way to tell you this, but…your father sent the death threats. It was him all along. He knew about Steve setting him up to buy the stolen painting and he thought you were in on it. The threats were intended to keep you under your father’s thumb.”
Hayden’s forehead wrinkled in confusion as he struggled to make sense of what I’d told him. “How is that even possible?” he murmured, looking perplexed. Then he looked me in the eye. “Are you absolutely sure? How did you find out?”
“Your father told me himself,” I said gently, wishing there was something I could do to lessen the blow. “He had too much to drink the other night and got a little loose lipped. It sounds crazy, I know.”
No sooner than the words left my mouth, Hayden jumped to his feet. “Sadly, it doesn’t sound crazy at all. If you knew my father the way I do, you’d know it sounds exactly like Henrik Slate. Although he’s crazy personified, so I guess in a
As soon as my orgasm hit, he was on top of me. His hardness slid into my quivering, silky depths before my climax had even subsided, the welcome invasion reigniting a whole new burst of excitement within me. He stretched me open so satisfyingly, almost to the point where it was uncomfortable. It hurt so good…
Hayden pulled his tie completely off then and tied my wrists to the bedframe with it. A shiver of anticipation went through me. There was something so hot about being bound and completely at his mercy. I wouldn’t surrender myself to just anyone, but I trusted Hayden completely. Handing over power to him in the bedroom always seemed to bring us closer and that was something I’d been craving lately.
The lights were still on but , despite having the same insecurities about my body that most women do, I felt no shame. How could I when Hayden was gazing down at me like I was the sexiest woman in the entire world? It was tough to feel anything but confident and desirable when he looked at me like that.
Our eyes remained locked as our bodies found that familiar rhythm that had come to feel like second nature. It was ecstasy.
It was hard to believe that not long ago I’d been an inexperienced twenty-eight year old virgin. Being intimate with Hayden felt so natural and so right that sometimes I forgot we hadn’t been together for years. We knew each other so well , body and mind. He knew how to drive me crazy with just a look and exactly where to touch me to make me cry out in pleasure. And judging by his reactions, I had the same power over him.
Writhing in ecstasy beneath Hayden, I pulled at my bonds , testing them. The necktie around my wrists held firm, reminding me of just how helpless I was. A warm blush spread over me as I began to moan with longing. Hayden took that as his cue to give me what I wanted, and he grabbed my hips firmly before driving himself into me even faster and harder.
That was it. I couldn’t take any more. I shattered, my body igniting with passion as my orgasm consumed me. Hayden’s hand clamped over my mouth to stifle my screams, his eyes alive with excitement as he watched me cum for him. His own climax wasn’t far off.
Once Hayden had untied me and we were lying there in bed together, my mind turned back to the task at hand. I just wanted to bask in the afterglow of our lovemaking, but I knew I couldn’t keep putting off the inevitable. I took a deep breath, shifted my body around so I was facing him and walked into the eye of the storm with as much courage as I could muster.
“Hayden, we need to talk.”
He rolled onto his side and propped his head up on his hand. “Okay. What’s up?”
I took a deep breath. “There’s no easy way to tell you this, but…your father sent the death threats. It was him all along. He knew about Steve setting him up to buy the stolen painting and he thought you were in on it. The threats were intended to keep you under your father’s thumb.”
Hayden’s forehead wrinkled in confusion as he struggled to make sense of what I’d told him. “How is that even possible?” he murmured, looking perplexed. Then he looked me in the eye. “Are you absolutely sure? How did you find out?”
“Your father told me himself,” I said gently, wishing there was something I could do to lessen the blow. “He had too much to drink the other night and got a little loose lipped. It sounds crazy, I know.”
No sooner than the words left my mouth, Hayden jumped to his feet. “Sadly, it doesn’t sound crazy at all. If you knew my father the way I do, you’d know it sounds exactly like Henrik Slate. Although he’s crazy personified, so I guess in a
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