can’t do this anymore. So fuck me, Tristan!”
Fire blazed in his eyes—his anger was impossible to miss. She’d outraged him completely. But it was too late to take it back now.
“You want to be fucked—I’ll fuck your goddamn brains out,” he muttered, then ripped off the condom he’d been using while in her ass, planted his hands on her hips and rammed his cock deep into her pussy, all the way.
She cried out—again, more pleasure-pain. But mostly pleasure. Deep, abiding, physical pleasure. She was filled. Finally. With him. For that moment, it washed away all her fears.
Oh God, she’d forgotten. How truly enormous he felt inside her. It had been awhile since she’d been with a man his size and it was…consuming. As he began to move in her—hard, angry strokes, each one driving to the hilt—the overwhelming sensations echoed through her whole body. Her arms and legs tingled, pulsed, she felt her heartbeat in the very muscles of her face. She cried out at each plunge—his wild thrusts literally drove the crazed noises from her—and she met each with enthusiastic vigor.
And maybe some anger of her own. He’d blackmailed her and now he’d practically tortured her. She’d started enjoying the slave thing, but he’d asked too much of her, gone too far. Now she was done. And pissed. And if she was going to lose her company over this, she was going to get a damn good orgasm out of it.
She kept meeting thrust after rough thrust, but she also managed to reach one hand up between her legs to stroke her clit. Ah yes, finally!
But Tristan knocked her hand away!
At her indignant roar, he said, “I’ll do it, damn it!” Then he reached around her waist and sank his large fingers directly into the upper folds of her cunt.
“Oh! Oh God, yes!” It felt so good—the hot pleasure spiraling instantly through her body, more satisfying— leading someplace—than anything she’d felt in the last hour.
Tristan continued to drive into her moisture just as hard even as he swirled two fingertips expertly over the deprived, swollen nub that so badly needed attention. She yowled her delight—not by choice but pure reaction—as the pleasure buffeted her, filling her entire body. A mere few seconds after it started, she felt it rising, spreading so rapidly through her that she knew it wouldn’t take long. And then he was pinching at her clit, pulling on it. And she sensed the hot nub being caught between his first two fingers and twisted, drawn outward, making her crazed, until—Jesus God, the climax rushed through her like a freight train.
“ Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh! ” She screamed out as every pore in her body contracted with intense, pulsing pleasure, a “bodyquake” whose epicenter was her pussy. She writhed rhythmically, meeting his fingers in front, his cock in back, as pure, unsullied physical joy assaulted her. “Oh…oh yes…oh fuck,” she whispered as the shock waves eased but still left small “aftershocks” to course through her limbs.
And then she collapsed on the bed, breathing heavy, coming down to rest in the cradle of sweet, blessed relief.
“I hope you don’t think we’re done here,” Tristan snapped behind her, and she was just starting to catch her breath as he used one strong hand, placed at her bare hip, to roll her over onto her back.
She lay peering up at his masculine beauty, still a bit dazed, recovering from one of the wildest orgasms she’d ever known. “What?”
“You wanted to fuck, honey—well, we’re going to fuck!”
Even now, that fast, her pussy flinched at the promise. She no longer wanted to be his submissive slave, but she liked the idea that they were going to fight now, going to struggle—since she’d been wanting to fight with him since he’d first come into her office. “ Then fuck me ,” she said, lying back on the bed in front of him with her legs spread wide.
His gaze dropped hotly to her cunt right before he plunged his cock back in. They both
Fire blazed in his eyes—his anger was impossible to miss. She’d outraged him completely. But it was too late to take it back now.
“You want to be fucked—I’ll fuck your goddamn brains out,” he muttered, then ripped off the condom he’d been using while in her ass, planted his hands on her hips and rammed his cock deep into her pussy, all the way.
She cried out—again, more pleasure-pain. But mostly pleasure. Deep, abiding, physical pleasure. She was filled. Finally. With him. For that moment, it washed away all her fears.
Oh God, she’d forgotten. How truly enormous he felt inside her. It had been awhile since she’d been with a man his size and it was…consuming. As he began to move in her—hard, angry strokes, each one driving to the hilt—the overwhelming sensations echoed through her whole body. Her arms and legs tingled, pulsed, she felt her heartbeat in the very muscles of her face. She cried out at each plunge—his wild thrusts literally drove the crazed noises from her—and she met each with enthusiastic vigor.
And maybe some anger of her own. He’d blackmailed her and now he’d practically tortured her. She’d started enjoying the slave thing, but he’d asked too much of her, gone too far. Now she was done. And pissed. And if she was going to lose her company over this, she was going to get a damn good orgasm out of it.
She kept meeting thrust after rough thrust, but she also managed to reach one hand up between her legs to stroke her clit. Ah yes, finally!
But Tristan knocked her hand away!
At her indignant roar, he said, “I’ll do it, damn it!” Then he reached around her waist and sank his large fingers directly into the upper folds of her cunt.
“Oh! Oh God, yes!” It felt so good—the hot pleasure spiraling instantly through her body, more satisfying— leading someplace—than anything she’d felt in the last hour.
Tristan continued to drive into her moisture just as hard even as he swirled two fingertips expertly over the deprived, swollen nub that so badly needed attention. She yowled her delight—not by choice but pure reaction—as the pleasure buffeted her, filling her entire body. A mere few seconds after it started, she felt it rising, spreading so rapidly through her that she knew it wouldn’t take long. And then he was pinching at her clit, pulling on it. And she sensed the hot nub being caught between his first two fingers and twisted, drawn outward, making her crazed, until—Jesus God, the climax rushed through her like a freight train.
“ Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh! ” She screamed out as every pore in her body contracted with intense, pulsing pleasure, a “bodyquake” whose epicenter was her pussy. She writhed rhythmically, meeting his fingers in front, his cock in back, as pure, unsullied physical joy assaulted her. “Oh…oh yes…oh fuck,” she whispered as the shock waves eased but still left small “aftershocks” to course through her limbs.
And then she collapsed on the bed, breathing heavy, coming down to rest in the cradle of sweet, blessed relief.
“I hope you don’t think we’re done here,” Tristan snapped behind her, and she was just starting to catch her breath as he used one strong hand, placed at her bare hip, to roll her over onto her back.
She lay peering up at his masculine beauty, still a bit dazed, recovering from one of the wildest orgasms she’d ever known. “What?”
“You wanted to fuck, honey—well, we’re going to fuck!”
Even now, that fast, her pussy flinched at the promise. She no longer wanted to be his submissive slave, but she liked the idea that they were going to fight now, going to struggle—since she’d been wanting to fight with him since he’d first come into her office. “ Then fuck me ,” she said, lying back on the bed in front of him with her legs spread wide.
His gaze dropped hotly to her cunt right before he plunged his cock back in. They both
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