stroked the damp cloth over her clit and it swelled to his touch.
“All I need to do is hook one finger under this tiny piece of cloth and I’d be inside you.” He shifted back on the bench until she felt his hot breath on her parted thighs, the slight scratch of his unshaven cheek against her skin. “Would you like that, my lady?
Would you like to feel the length of my cock thrusting inside you?”
He started to lick the now-sodden fabric, his tongue gradually working over her clit until his teeth closed around it. She couldn’t stop her hips coming up off the bench in a desperate bid to keep him touching her. One long finger slid inside her and she bit her lip. What was it about him that made her so desperate for his touch? She’d been ready for him all day, her whole body poised to explode.
“You are very wet, my lady. I think you would take my cock easily.”
She closed her eyes as he began to work his finger in and out of her in a slow, slick rhythm that edged her closer and closer toward a climax. His tongue continued to suck strongly at her clit, driving her wild. He was more direct than any lover she’d ever had before, his focus entirely on her sexual pleasure. Perhaps that was why she responded to him so quickly. She no longer cared if anyone walked in on them. She no longer 41
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cared that she was at work, only that he finish what he had started the night before and fill her with his cock.
“Thea…”
His hand crept up to her breast, squeezed her already taut nipple and then pinched it hard.
“Thea, we cannot do this here. Let me take you home.”
She grabbed hold of his arm and dug her nails into his skin. He gave a muffled grunt, his face now buried in her pussy.
“Don’t you dare stop! If you don’t make me come right this minute, I’ll castrate you, Sven Magnusson, and you won’t have to worry about getting between my legs ever again.”
She gasped as he settled his teeth on her clit and shoved all four fingers inside her.
She climaxed with a scream, her thighs gripped his head, determined to stop him from moving anywhere until she finished enjoying the best orgasm of her life.
Sven tried to gulp in some air but all that did was make him suck in more of Thea’s cream. He swallowed it gladly, murmured his approval against her most intimate flesh until she relaxed her death grip on his head. He straightened his arms and pushed away from her. His cock ached so ferociously that he wanted to rip off his shorts and bury himself deep inside her until she came again and allowed him his release.
She lay back on the bench, her eyes closed, her breathing so rapid he could see the rise and fall of her breasts. He groaned as her erect nipples beckoned his mouth and his fingers. He prayed for the resolution to resist and muttered.
“I am going to shower.”
Her eyes flicked open and she blushed a deep fiery red.
“Tell me, no one saw us.”
“My lady, my head was between your thighs, what do you think I could see apart from your swollen wet pussy?”
He climbed off the bench and frowned down at her. Was she embarrassed by his attentions? He’d been the one trying to stop, not her. Her gaze fell to his shorts and she licked her lips. He stepped back. If she touched him now he’d explode like an inexperienced boy. He took a deep breath.
“I am going to shower.”
He walked off toward the changing rooms, one hand cupped carefully around his engorged cock. He let out his breath as the door swung shut behind him and headed to the shower. While the water heated, he returned to the locker room for a towel and the dubious pleasure of trying to remove his skin-tight shorts without making himself come.
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He started to pull them down, wincing as the dripping crown of his cock was revealed in all its swollen purple glory. The door opened and he froze, hand over his partially uncovered cock.
“I can help you with that.”
He found himself unable to move as Thea
“All I need to do is hook one finger under this tiny piece of cloth and I’d be inside you.” He shifted back on the bench until she felt his hot breath on her parted thighs, the slight scratch of his unshaven cheek against her skin. “Would you like that, my lady?
Would you like to feel the length of my cock thrusting inside you?”
He started to lick the now-sodden fabric, his tongue gradually working over her clit until his teeth closed around it. She couldn’t stop her hips coming up off the bench in a desperate bid to keep him touching her. One long finger slid inside her and she bit her lip. What was it about him that made her so desperate for his touch? She’d been ready for him all day, her whole body poised to explode.
“You are very wet, my lady. I think you would take my cock easily.”
She closed her eyes as he began to work his finger in and out of her in a slow, slick rhythm that edged her closer and closer toward a climax. His tongue continued to suck strongly at her clit, driving her wild. He was more direct than any lover she’d ever had before, his focus entirely on her sexual pleasure. Perhaps that was why she responded to him so quickly. She no longer cared if anyone walked in on them. She no longer 41
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cared that she was at work, only that he finish what he had started the night before and fill her with his cock.
“Thea…”
His hand crept up to her breast, squeezed her already taut nipple and then pinched it hard.
“Thea, we cannot do this here. Let me take you home.”
She grabbed hold of his arm and dug her nails into his skin. He gave a muffled grunt, his face now buried in her pussy.
“Don’t you dare stop! If you don’t make me come right this minute, I’ll castrate you, Sven Magnusson, and you won’t have to worry about getting between my legs ever again.”
She gasped as he settled his teeth on her clit and shoved all four fingers inside her.
She climaxed with a scream, her thighs gripped his head, determined to stop him from moving anywhere until she finished enjoying the best orgasm of her life.
Sven tried to gulp in some air but all that did was make him suck in more of Thea’s cream. He swallowed it gladly, murmured his approval against her most intimate flesh until she relaxed her death grip on his head. He straightened his arms and pushed away from her. His cock ached so ferociously that he wanted to rip off his shorts and bury himself deep inside her until she came again and allowed him his release.
She lay back on the bench, her eyes closed, her breathing so rapid he could see the rise and fall of her breasts. He groaned as her erect nipples beckoned his mouth and his fingers. He prayed for the resolution to resist and muttered.
“I am going to shower.”
Her eyes flicked open and she blushed a deep fiery red.
“Tell me, no one saw us.”
“My lady, my head was between your thighs, what do you think I could see apart from your swollen wet pussy?”
He climbed off the bench and frowned down at her. Was she embarrassed by his attentions? He’d been the one trying to stop, not her. Her gaze fell to his shorts and she licked her lips. He stepped back. If she touched him now he’d explode like an inexperienced boy. He took a deep breath.
“I am going to shower.”
He walked off toward the changing rooms, one hand cupped carefully around his engorged cock. He let out his breath as the door swung shut behind him and headed to the shower. While the water heated, he returned to the locker room for a towel and the dubious pleasure of trying to remove his skin-tight shorts without making himself come.
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He started to pull them down, wincing as the dripping crown of his cock was revealed in all its swollen purple glory. The door opened and he froze, hand over his partially uncovered cock.
“I can help you with that.”
He found himself unable to move as Thea
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