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fingers free to tear open the foil wrapper in his other hand. A fat pearl of liquid glistens in the slit of his cock, disappearing from view when he caps it with the condom and smooths the latex down his thick erection.
I close my eyes, dizzy with the thought that I -- fat, inexperienced and with two warrants hanging over my head -- put that bead there, made Luke hard and ready to fuck me, have twice felt his mouth and hands between my legs.
Luke settles on top of me again, softly nuzzling my right cheek. "Don't be afraid, baby."
"I'm not." The truth shocks me -- thrills me. I can't remember the last time I felt so safe, so worry free. I should be scared witless -- blackmailed into the bed of a powerful man and about to lose my virginity to him, my sister's life on the line, my freedom and Tommy's at stake. Instead, I feel aroused, warm, relaxed yet tense because I am so ready to be claimed by this man.
"I'm not afraid," I repeat. I wrap my arms around his neck, my head dipping back to expose my throat to his kisses.
The rough brush of his beard against the sensitive skin of my neck sends a wave of shivers washing across my body. My muscles tighten in response to the sensation just as Luke starts to slowly fuck his cock into me. Groaning, he kisses my collarbone and makes a fervent request.
"Relax, baby."
Another kiss in the hollow above the bone melts my muscles with its sweet heat. Forcing myself to uncoil when everything he does only makes me wind tighter in pleasure, I open to Luke. The fat head pushes and stretches and pushes a little more until it is past the first gate. I close around him and exhale in a hot rush of hissing air.
My nails scrape down his back and I push against the invading shaft. "More."
"I'll give you everything, love." Luke pushes deeper, the pleasure erasing for a moment the fact that he has again called me "love."
When I realize it, I bite my lip and wonder what "love" means to a man like Masters.
"Shhh...baby." He takes a little back stroke, the immense head catching at the rim of my tight pussy. "Don't think -- feel."
Feel -- yes. That I can accomplish with pleasure. Feeling feels good -- it feels hard, soft, thick, liquid, hot, heavy and yet so light I might float to the ceiling if his weight didn't anchor me. Bringing my knees up, I press them to his hips. My ankles lock behind his muscular ass to keep his cock deep inside my aching cunt. My bottom starts a tilting dance, hitting back and forth as the large pommel at the end of his shaft rubs over a sweet, sensitive zone that demands more strokes, each harder and faster than the last.
Clinging to his shoulders, I lift. His strong arms hold us both off the mattress, letting me ride his shaft as he bites gently at my neck and goads me toward a wilder pace.
"That's it, love. Feel how we fit together, how you were made to hold and fuck my cock."
"Yes..." The word leaves me half a dozen more times as my body grows frantic, my cunt whipping along his thick, long shaft until I come again and my arms and legs can no longer bind me to him.
I fall to the mattress and Luke rears back. His hands grab my knees, force my thighs apart. Still inside me, fucking slow and deep, he watches as my upper body writhes along the mattress, pleasure continuing to lash at my flesh so that I buck and twitch uncontrollably.
Forcing my eyes open, I watch as Luke's gaze slowly absorbs my body and I finally see what he sees. A light film of perspiration glimmers over large, heaving breasts. Arousal pinches and peaks fat, hard nipples. Exertion and the inferno burning low in my gut flush my skin. And there, at the juncture of our bodies, his cock fucks in and out between my spread legs and labia covered in a thick, translucent cream that show how much I want him.
I look up just as his eyes close. Sucking in a deep, deep breath, he holds it until, biting his lips, he shudders and comes.
**********
For a few additional hours, wrapped in Luke's arms, I forget
I close my eyes, dizzy with the thought that I -- fat, inexperienced and with two warrants hanging over my head -- put that bead there, made Luke hard and ready to fuck me, have twice felt his mouth and hands between my legs.
Luke settles on top of me again, softly nuzzling my right cheek. "Don't be afraid, baby."
"I'm not." The truth shocks me -- thrills me. I can't remember the last time I felt so safe, so worry free. I should be scared witless -- blackmailed into the bed of a powerful man and about to lose my virginity to him, my sister's life on the line, my freedom and Tommy's at stake. Instead, I feel aroused, warm, relaxed yet tense because I am so ready to be claimed by this man.
"I'm not afraid," I repeat. I wrap my arms around his neck, my head dipping back to expose my throat to his kisses.
The rough brush of his beard against the sensitive skin of my neck sends a wave of shivers washing across my body. My muscles tighten in response to the sensation just as Luke starts to slowly fuck his cock into me. Groaning, he kisses my collarbone and makes a fervent request.
"Relax, baby."
Another kiss in the hollow above the bone melts my muscles with its sweet heat. Forcing myself to uncoil when everything he does only makes me wind tighter in pleasure, I open to Luke. The fat head pushes and stretches and pushes a little more until it is past the first gate. I close around him and exhale in a hot rush of hissing air.
My nails scrape down his back and I push against the invading shaft. "More."
"I'll give you everything, love." Luke pushes deeper, the pleasure erasing for a moment the fact that he has again called me "love."
When I realize it, I bite my lip and wonder what "love" means to a man like Masters.
"Shhh...baby." He takes a little back stroke, the immense head catching at the rim of my tight pussy. "Don't think -- feel."
Feel -- yes. That I can accomplish with pleasure. Feeling feels good -- it feels hard, soft, thick, liquid, hot, heavy and yet so light I might float to the ceiling if his weight didn't anchor me. Bringing my knees up, I press them to his hips. My ankles lock behind his muscular ass to keep his cock deep inside my aching cunt. My bottom starts a tilting dance, hitting back and forth as the large pommel at the end of his shaft rubs over a sweet, sensitive zone that demands more strokes, each harder and faster than the last.
Clinging to his shoulders, I lift. His strong arms hold us both off the mattress, letting me ride his shaft as he bites gently at my neck and goads me toward a wilder pace.
"That's it, love. Feel how we fit together, how you were made to hold and fuck my cock."
"Yes..." The word leaves me half a dozen more times as my body grows frantic, my cunt whipping along his thick, long shaft until I come again and my arms and legs can no longer bind me to him.
I fall to the mattress and Luke rears back. His hands grab my knees, force my thighs apart. Still inside me, fucking slow and deep, he watches as my upper body writhes along the mattress, pleasure continuing to lash at my flesh so that I buck and twitch uncontrollably.
Forcing my eyes open, I watch as Luke's gaze slowly absorbs my body and I finally see what he sees. A light film of perspiration glimmers over large, heaving breasts. Arousal pinches and peaks fat, hard nipples. Exertion and the inferno burning low in my gut flush my skin. And there, at the juncture of our bodies, his cock fucks in and out between my spread legs and labia covered in a thick, translucent cream that show how much I want him.
I look up just as his eyes close. Sucking in a deep, deep breath, he holds it until, biting his lips, he shudders and comes.
**********
For a few additional hours, wrapped in Luke's arms, I forget
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