bringing me into him. “I do what I want, when I want.”
He slams his mouth down to mine and kissed me deep, forcefully, catching me off guard as I let out a surprised moan into his mouth. His tongue fills me, offering no answers to my confusion, instead leaving me with more questions. Clink's arms surround me and pull me in tight, hands grabbing onto me and feeling their way around my form. His kiss is strong, powerful, and he asserts his control over me but manages to convince my lips to play along on their own. He tastes like fire, steam rising from deep within him and into me as we explore each other. I'm having trouble breathing, not enough air reaching my lungs as we practically climb into each other. My eyes roll back from the intensity, unwilling to break my lock on his lips to breathe.
I was taken off guard, by surprise. Surely that's the reason why my body responds to him so easily. He was playing dirty, for no way would I have lost all thought and gone blank the way I just had under normal circumstances. He did not have this control over me, it was just the shock of it that had gotten to me. His lips were rough, unrelenting as they commanded my own to act in tune with them, follow their lead.
My senses were starting to return, the air around me settling, losing their electric charge. I was back in charge of my own body and my mind was now functioning, controlling my movements. I moan as I throw my hands into his short hair, feeling the softness pass between my fingertips. This man was no match for me and he would learn it one way or another.
Clink releases my lips and pulls my top off haphazardly throwing it further into the room behind us. His eyes are deep, searching into me, silently asking for my consent. “No time to be gentle about this, sugar... it's gonna be quick.”
Swallowing is somehow now hard to, but I manage a way to get it done. I nod my head. Almost immediately, he pulls the drawstring to my uniform pants and gravity helps to pull them down the rest of the way past my knees. My bare skin starts to prickle from the cool air in the room and my lace covered nipples peak hard. He eyes them hungrily, and I want his warmth on them. He thumbs over the flowered pattern, teasing them and I suck in deeply. His lips twitch. Damn him.
I grab at his waist and paw at his belt, tugging hard trying to free him, crashing his body into mine with each pull. Oh god... the anticipation is almost too much. I've seen its outline, I've felt the pressure of it but I needed to touch it, to see it. He was a big man, bigger than most and I'll bet his dick was just as big I needed it to be. I throw my hand deep into his pants the second I have enough room to do so, and I groan my pleasure loudly as he's sucking on my neck. It's exactly what I thought it would be. Thick enough to really hold onto and surprisingly longer than I guessed. Mmm. Despite that fact that this was just part of the job, I was really enjoying it.
He bites my neck beneath his kiss. “You like that, sugar?...”
Hell, yeah, I like it..
I hold onto him tight and work my fingers, giving him his answer. “It'll do... and don't call me sugar, sugar. ”
He turns me around quickly and pulls my back hard against his chest, wrapping his arms around me pulling the delicate lace of my bra down hard, my tits jumping out. He massages them roughly, his callouses offering just the right amount of friction.
“Don't tell me what to call you, sugar. I'll bet you taste real sweet, don't you baby?”
He pushes me forward over the footboard of the closest bed. The mattress meets me hard. “I'm gonna to have to taste that one day, sugar. But now... I need to fuck you. Hard”
I hear the crinkling of a wrapper and the tell-tale rip of foil. I press my cheek into the bedding and struggle to see behind me. His hands, now finished with their assignment roam behind me. One grabs my hip firm, fingers spreading wide covering my ass cheek. His form is
He slams his mouth down to mine and kissed me deep, forcefully, catching me off guard as I let out a surprised moan into his mouth. His tongue fills me, offering no answers to my confusion, instead leaving me with more questions. Clink's arms surround me and pull me in tight, hands grabbing onto me and feeling their way around my form. His kiss is strong, powerful, and he asserts his control over me but manages to convince my lips to play along on their own. He tastes like fire, steam rising from deep within him and into me as we explore each other. I'm having trouble breathing, not enough air reaching my lungs as we practically climb into each other. My eyes roll back from the intensity, unwilling to break my lock on his lips to breathe.
I was taken off guard, by surprise. Surely that's the reason why my body responds to him so easily. He was playing dirty, for no way would I have lost all thought and gone blank the way I just had under normal circumstances. He did not have this control over me, it was just the shock of it that had gotten to me. His lips were rough, unrelenting as they commanded my own to act in tune with them, follow their lead.
My senses were starting to return, the air around me settling, losing their electric charge. I was back in charge of my own body and my mind was now functioning, controlling my movements. I moan as I throw my hands into his short hair, feeling the softness pass between my fingertips. This man was no match for me and he would learn it one way or another.
Clink releases my lips and pulls my top off haphazardly throwing it further into the room behind us. His eyes are deep, searching into me, silently asking for my consent. “No time to be gentle about this, sugar... it's gonna be quick.”
Swallowing is somehow now hard to, but I manage a way to get it done. I nod my head. Almost immediately, he pulls the drawstring to my uniform pants and gravity helps to pull them down the rest of the way past my knees. My bare skin starts to prickle from the cool air in the room and my lace covered nipples peak hard. He eyes them hungrily, and I want his warmth on them. He thumbs over the flowered pattern, teasing them and I suck in deeply. His lips twitch. Damn him.
I grab at his waist and paw at his belt, tugging hard trying to free him, crashing his body into mine with each pull. Oh god... the anticipation is almost too much. I've seen its outline, I've felt the pressure of it but I needed to touch it, to see it. He was a big man, bigger than most and I'll bet his dick was just as big I needed it to be. I throw my hand deep into his pants the second I have enough room to do so, and I groan my pleasure loudly as he's sucking on my neck. It's exactly what I thought it would be. Thick enough to really hold onto and surprisingly longer than I guessed. Mmm. Despite that fact that this was just part of the job, I was really enjoying it.
He bites my neck beneath his kiss. “You like that, sugar?...”
Hell, yeah, I like it..
I hold onto him tight and work my fingers, giving him his answer. “It'll do... and don't call me sugar, sugar. ”
He turns me around quickly and pulls my back hard against his chest, wrapping his arms around me pulling the delicate lace of my bra down hard, my tits jumping out. He massages them roughly, his callouses offering just the right amount of friction.
“Don't tell me what to call you, sugar. I'll bet you taste real sweet, don't you baby?”
He pushes me forward over the footboard of the closest bed. The mattress meets me hard. “I'm gonna to have to taste that one day, sugar. But now... I need to fuck you. Hard”
I hear the crinkling of a wrapper and the tell-tale rip of foil. I press my cheek into the bedding and struggle to see behind me. His hands, now finished with their assignment roam behind me. One grabs my hip firm, fingers spreading wide covering my ass cheek. His form is
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