fucking wet,” he purrs.
Thrusting my hips upwards against the foot of his palm, I attempt to draw his fingers deeper into my hollowness as I rasp heavily near his skin. He pulls out and pushes deeper inside with agonizing slowness. I hear the sound of my wetness gushing from me, coating his fingers, and seeping onto the desk as he invades me, tipping me over the edge. And I feel myself steadily climbing the orgasmic ladder.
I almost come undone as I hear the air hiss between his teeth as he thrusts into my hand.
“Please, stop,” I whimper, feeling my core tightening and the rigidness in my legs, alerting me that I am nearing my climax while he finger-fucks me like no other man has ever done before. Unwillingly, he pulls out of me, leaving me throbbing and writhing as I attempt to stow my release.
I watch his eyes dimming with carnal intent, as he slips his fingers in his mouth, sampling the taste of my traitorous body.
“Mm…you taste heavenly, Miss Kennedy,” he purrs, husky and revealing. I smirk, my eyes narrowing, offering my secret I-know smirk.
I’m vaguely aware as of how we manage to progress from the main desk, to the leather couches in our overwhelming passionate circumstance. Still, he positions me back carefully and my bound legs begin to loosen around his waist. The coolness of the leather makes me jolt, sending a shockwave of goose bumps over my highly sensitized skin.
He hovers above me. His right hand positioned on the arm of the couch that my head rests against, supporting his weight, and he trails sensuous wet kisses over my body. He looks up at me from his position between my legs and I am pinned by his concentrating, intense eyes, discerning more than passion and erotic need reflecting back at me––something beyond that, like he is facing some kind of unspoken revelation.
I feel his adept hands slowly gliding and caressing as Hayden hooks his thumbs through the elastic of my underwear and pulls them from my hips before peeling them down my legs. He scrunches them up before tossing them onto the flooring.
Soft, skilful hands meet the pinnacle of the inside of my thighs and I squirm relentlessly, all the while he pushes them further apart and holds them down with a hidden pressure that’s both controlling and thrilling. His eyes are fixated on me as I watch him lower his head in between my legs. His thick, silk-like hair tickles at my inner thighs and his stubble presses and grazes deliciously over my slit.
Soon, the volume behind my groans and beseeching whimpers begin increasing with every expertly executed flick of his tongue. My toes curl and I fist my hands into his hair holding him against me. My hips gyrate as he sucks on the swelling bead of nerve endings.
Abruptly halting his sweet, agonizing torture, he pulls away from me, leaving me to suffer the effects of my denied release as he brushes his right hand over his mouth and chin, drying himself of my juices.
“Please, Hayden,” I plead with thwarted eyes, my muscles clenching. The drawing, aching sensation throughout my sex heightens to an unbearable level.
He rises and shields my body with his. His flesh scorching to the touch, I vaguely discern a slight sheen coating him. If he would feed me strawberries every day for the rest of my life looking like this, then I would die a very happy woman. He seals his mouth over mine, his tongue invading ruthlessly offering a taste of the sweet creaminess of my arousal.
Positioning himself against me, he enters me in one swift thrust––filling and stretching me with his magnificent, considerable length. Being physically possessed by him, the most intimate part of his body buried inside mine…it’s mind-blowing.
Pleasurable cries grow, our hips collide; our breathing harsh and erratic.
Every thrust Hayden executes, I meet, raising my hips against him, feeling him pound against me, working his body against mine, filling me, satisfying me in the manner that I have craved and
Thrusting my hips upwards against the foot of his palm, I attempt to draw his fingers deeper into my hollowness as I rasp heavily near his skin. He pulls out and pushes deeper inside with agonizing slowness. I hear the sound of my wetness gushing from me, coating his fingers, and seeping onto the desk as he invades me, tipping me over the edge. And I feel myself steadily climbing the orgasmic ladder.
I almost come undone as I hear the air hiss between his teeth as he thrusts into my hand.
“Please, stop,” I whimper, feeling my core tightening and the rigidness in my legs, alerting me that I am nearing my climax while he finger-fucks me like no other man has ever done before. Unwillingly, he pulls out of me, leaving me throbbing and writhing as I attempt to stow my release.
I watch his eyes dimming with carnal intent, as he slips his fingers in his mouth, sampling the taste of my traitorous body.
“Mm…you taste heavenly, Miss Kennedy,” he purrs, husky and revealing. I smirk, my eyes narrowing, offering my secret I-know smirk.
I’m vaguely aware as of how we manage to progress from the main desk, to the leather couches in our overwhelming passionate circumstance. Still, he positions me back carefully and my bound legs begin to loosen around his waist. The coolness of the leather makes me jolt, sending a shockwave of goose bumps over my highly sensitized skin.
He hovers above me. His right hand positioned on the arm of the couch that my head rests against, supporting his weight, and he trails sensuous wet kisses over my body. He looks up at me from his position between my legs and I am pinned by his concentrating, intense eyes, discerning more than passion and erotic need reflecting back at me––something beyond that, like he is facing some kind of unspoken revelation.
I feel his adept hands slowly gliding and caressing as Hayden hooks his thumbs through the elastic of my underwear and pulls them from my hips before peeling them down my legs. He scrunches them up before tossing them onto the flooring.
Soft, skilful hands meet the pinnacle of the inside of my thighs and I squirm relentlessly, all the while he pushes them further apart and holds them down with a hidden pressure that’s both controlling and thrilling. His eyes are fixated on me as I watch him lower his head in between my legs. His thick, silk-like hair tickles at my inner thighs and his stubble presses and grazes deliciously over my slit.
Soon, the volume behind my groans and beseeching whimpers begin increasing with every expertly executed flick of his tongue. My toes curl and I fist my hands into his hair holding him against me. My hips gyrate as he sucks on the swelling bead of nerve endings.
Abruptly halting his sweet, agonizing torture, he pulls away from me, leaving me to suffer the effects of my denied release as he brushes his right hand over his mouth and chin, drying himself of my juices.
“Please, Hayden,” I plead with thwarted eyes, my muscles clenching. The drawing, aching sensation throughout my sex heightens to an unbearable level.
He rises and shields my body with his. His flesh scorching to the touch, I vaguely discern a slight sheen coating him. If he would feed me strawberries every day for the rest of my life looking like this, then I would die a very happy woman. He seals his mouth over mine, his tongue invading ruthlessly offering a taste of the sweet creaminess of my arousal.
Positioning himself against me, he enters me in one swift thrust––filling and stretching me with his magnificent, considerable length. Being physically possessed by him, the most intimate part of his body buried inside mine…it’s mind-blowing.
Pleasurable cries grow, our hips collide; our breathing harsh and erratic.
Every thrust Hayden executes, I meet, raising my hips against him, feeling him pound against me, working his body against mine, filling me, satisfying me in the manner that I have craved and
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