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brain so I wouldn’t go crazier than I already am? And then when I met Vapor online, I was obsessed with him, too. He knew exactly what to say and do to turn me on and get inside my head! I was dying to fuck you at that point, too.”
“Finally! Jesus—woman, take me to my knees,” he groans, his voice gritty and rough edged. He lets go of one hand, only to put both of my wrists in one of his palms. His hand clamps down over them, keeping them secure. His free hand grips under my chin, and he forces me to look at him.
“I love you. Every day . . . every hour, and I’ll be damned if I don’t take what’s fucking mine this instant. So, when I say I love you, and my cock’s enveloped by your wet cunt, I expect you to come. Do you understand?”
“Oh, gaaaawd,” I say in a sandpaper whisper, and my pussy clenches down in response.
His eyes—they speak the truth. He really does have a claim on my body and soul, and he’s trying to take my heart, too. How will I survive?
“That’s better . . .” He keeps hold of my face with a rough grip while he kisses me delicately, and the contrast between the two—God, I fight off an agonized moan. His thick cock, sliding in and out of my very wet hole, has my eyes heavy and my heart pounding, making it even harder to keep from panting out his name—giving him the satisfaction to know that he does in fact own every bit of me. Always has—since the day I met him.
“Shit, you feel too good to be real. You’re so tight—all for me.” He kisses my nose, slides his forehead across mine and wears this look, like all his concentration is on me and he can’t believe he’s finally with me this way.
His motions are quick, deep, and oh so fucking good, I want more. I do want to orgasm with his dick inside me, but I’ve never done it merely from penetration.
“I know you want me to come on you, but I . . . It’s not that simple,” I tell him.
“You don’t think I know how to make you come? Goddammit, woman, I won’t be leaving here tonight until you’ve creamed my cock hard.” He lets go of my jaw, his mouth latches onto mine and his tongue invades my mouth while my thoughts center completely on everything he’s doing to me—the slight twinge of pain in my wrists from those damned cuffs I’d been wearing. The tingle in my clit as his pubic bone presses into it when he angles his hips really far back before driving into me once more. The way he stares in my eyes, like he really means it—like I’m the whole world to him.
His free hand roams down my body, pinching here and there as he goes, and it isn’t until he’s high up on my inner thigh, pinching there, and he’s back to shallow pumping with his amazing dick, that I about explode into orgasm.
“Fuck, Jesus, God!” I yelp.
“That’s a lot of religion for our first time. Wanna try that again? I wanna hear my name somewhere in there.” He pulls out completely, pinches my clit, and I scream, my back arching as round as it will go.
I drop to the bed, my shoulder blades almost touching each other, and I fight for air.
“Nope—still not getting it right. Call my name, or I won’t let you come—and I can tell you’re really fucking close. Now, show me how much you want me,” he insists. “Make my ears ring. It better sound like a goddamn prayer, too.”
He pinches again, and this time, he rolls it, and God, I have no idea what I say, but I think his name is there somewhere inside, along with his fingers now inside me, probing and touching spots that make me shout obscenities even louder.
“The neighbors can’t hear you, Dena. Not loud enough. I need more. I need it all—give me your fucking come—give me your fucking cunt—soak my hand.” His teeth scrape across my collar bone. “It’s the only way I’ll be satisfied.”
He’s everywhere, and I’m still unable to grab at him with my hands, since he has them tightly secured.
Swwwiiiiip . . .
Swwwwiiiiip . . .
Swwwwiiiiiip . .
“Finally! Jesus—woman, take me to my knees,” he groans, his voice gritty and rough edged. He lets go of one hand, only to put both of my wrists in one of his palms. His hand clamps down over them, keeping them secure. His free hand grips under my chin, and he forces me to look at him.
“I love you. Every day . . . every hour, and I’ll be damned if I don’t take what’s fucking mine this instant. So, when I say I love you, and my cock’s enveloped by your wet cunt, I expect you to come. Do you understand?”
“Oh, gaaaawd,” I say in a sandpaper whisper, and my pussy clenches down in response.
His eyes—they speak the truth. He really does have a claim on my body and soul, and he’s trying to take my heart, too. How will I survive?
“That’s better . . .” He keeps hold of my face with a rough grip while he kisses me delicately, and the contrast between the two—God, I fight off an agonized moan. His thick cock, sliding in and out of my very wet hole, has my eyes heavy and my heart pounding, making it even harder to keep from panting out his name—giving him the satisfaction to know that he does in fact own every bit of me. Always has—since the day I met him.
“Shit, you feel too good to be real. You’re so tight—all for me.” He kisses my nose, slides his forehead across mine and wears this look, like all his concentration is on me and he can’t believe he’s finally with me this way.
His motions are quick, deep, and oh so fucking good, I want more. I do want to orgasm with his dick inside me, but I’ve never done it merely from penetration.
“I know you want me to come on you, but I . . . It’s not that simple,” I tell him.
“You don’t think I know how to make you come? Goddammit, woman, I won’t be leaving here tonight until you’ve creamed my cock hard.” He lets go of my jaw, his mouth latches onto mine and his tongue invades my mouth while my thoughts center completely on everything he’s doing to me—the slight twinge of pain in my wrists from those damned cuffs I’d been wearing. The tingle in my clit as his pubic bone presses into it when he angles his hips really far back before driving into me once more. The way he stares in my eyes, like he really means it—like I’m the whole world to him.
His free hand roams down my body, pinching here and there as he goes, and it isn’t until he’s high up on my inner thigh, pinching there, and he’s back to shallow pumping with his amazing dick, that I about explode into orgasm.
“Fuck, Jesus, God!” I yelp.
“That’s a lot of religion for our first time. Wanna try that again? I wanna hear my name somewhere in there.” He pulls out completely, pinches my clit, and I scream, my back arching as round as it will go.
I drop to the bed, my shoulder blades almost touching each other, and I fight for air.
“Nope—still not getting it right. Call my name, or I won’t let you come—and I can tell you’re really fucking close. Now, show me how much you want me,” he insists. “Make my ears ring. It better sound like a goddamn prayer, too.”
He pinches again, and this time, he rolls it, and God, I have no idea what I say, but I think his name is there somewhere inside, along with his fingers now inside me, probing and touching spots that make me shout obscenities even louder.
“The neighbors can’t hear you, Dena. Not loud enough. I need more. I need it all—give me your fucking come—give me your fucking cunt—soak my hand.” His teeth scrape across my collar bone. “It’s the only way I’ll be satisfied.”
He’s everywhere, and I’m still unable to grab at him with my hands, since he has them tightly secured.
Swwwiiiiip . . .
Swwwwiiiiip . . .
Swwwwiiiiiip . .
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