fucking deep.”
Her eyes were watering, but she didn’t care. Her pussy was aching, and she felt her own hips bucking, needing to feel something
between her legs, anything at all.
“I’m so close to coming, Joy. I want to come on you; I want to see it on your body.”
A shudder went through her at the thought, at the thought of him using her like that, and her sex clenched tightly, dripping.
He slowly pulled out of her mouth, and then she was looking up at him, her lips swollen and raw from sucking his cock.
Reaching low, he pushed her blouse and bra as far down as her shoulders and bound wrists allowed. Then he stood before her,
stroking himself, and she licked her lips, wanting to taste him again.
“Oh, Joy.” He pumped himself smoothly, his fist clenched so hard she could see every sinewy muscle in his arm. Her entire
body shook as she watched his cock, watched as he stroked himself, all the while staring at her. At some point, he’d removed
his shirt, and now she watched every inch of his taut body as his abdomen tensed, every solid muscle visibly clenching.
He ejaculated his hot liquid onto her naked skin. It hit her breasts, and she moaned aloud, clenching her legs to keep upright.
Her arms strained against the bindings as she continued to watch, felt it as semen continued to stream onto her body in smaller
and smaller drops, until her breasts were dripping with his warm come.
She knelt before him, tearstained and trembling with want, her chest covered with his come, her hands tied behind her back.
She wanted to be fucked more than she’d ever wanted to be fucked in her entire life. Wanted to be fucked by one man only,
the man standing before her.
Joy knelt before him, her shirt and bra pushed back, her jeans undone, her hair a mess and her breasts covered with his ejaculate,
her chest rising and falling with short, sharp breaths. Her eyes were wide and glossy. She’d submitted to him so fully, and
she hadn’t even known it.
His cock was already twitching for her again.
Wait.
He went to the sink and dampened a cloth with warm water. When he turned back to her, the muted illumination of the safelight
cast her in an amber glow, making her red hair stand out like wildfire. He was struck by her beauty and wondered how she could
ever doubt that about herself.
He kicked off his boots and jeans, and, kneeling across from her, he gently touched the damp cloth to her chest, cleaning
her skin. She trembled as he grazed the valley between her breasts, her chest, her nipples, which looked tight and hard. He
bent and took one in his mouth, sucked and bit. She just slightly sighed, but he felt it everywhere.
Gently, he leaned her back, laying her limp body on the floor. He kissed her lips, her throat, her breasts. Kissed the soft
mound of her belly and the sharp curve of her hip bone. He pulled off her shoes, jeans, and panties and spread her legs to
kneel between them. She watched him, her gaze roaming over his chest, his arms, his now-rigid cock.
Her arms were still tied behind her back, and she arched slightly against him. “I need you. Now.”
“I know. I need you, too.” Impatient, he rolled a condom onto his erection. He was already so hard for her; he wanted to bury
himself inside her again and again.
His eyes locked on hers as he slid into her pussy in one strong thrust, so deep it scooted her a few inches across the floor.
The floor was hard, and her arms were underneath her. Not exactly satin sheets, but he knew what she wanted; she wanted it
hard, raw. And he was more than ready to give her what she wanted.
She was so warm, so tight, and so his. He pumped again, and she cried out, bowing her neck as he lowered his head to kiss
her and then bit her skin lightly. She moaned, wrapping her legs around his hips.
“Yes… bite…”
He did. He moved to her breast and bit the soft flesh just above her nipple, biting as he fucked her, again and again,
Her eyes were watering, but she didn’t care. Her pussy was aching, and she felt her own hips bucking, needing to feel something
between her legs, anything at all.
“I’m so close to coming, Joy. I want to come on you; I want to see it on your body.”
A shudder went through her at the thought, at the thought of him using her like that, and her sex clenched tightly, dripping.
He slowly pulled out of her mouth, and then she was looking up at him, her lips swollen and raw from sucking his cock.
Reaching low, he pushed her blouse and bra as far down as her shoulders and bound wrists allowed. Then he stood before her,
stroking himself, and she licked her lips, wanting to taste him again.
“Oh, Joy.” He pumped himself smoothly, his fist clenched so hard she could see every sinewy muscle in his arm. Her entire
body shook as she watched his cock, watched as he stroked himself, all the while staring at her. At some point, he’d removed
his shirt, and now she watched every inch of his taut body as his abdomen tensed, every solid muscle visibly clenching.
He ejaculated his hot liquid onto her naked skin. It hit her breasts, and she moaned aloud, clenching her legs to keep upright.
Her arms strained against the bindings as she continued to watch, felt it as semen continued to stream onto her body in smaller
and smaller drops, until her breasts were dripping with his warm come.
She knelt before him, tearstained and trembling with want, her chest covered with his come, her hands tied behind her back.
She wanted to be fucked more than she’d ever wanted to be fucked in her entire life. Wanted to be fucked by one man only,
the man standing before her.
Joy knelt before him, her shirt and bra pushed back, her jeans undone, her hair a mess and her breasts covered with his ejaculate,
her chest rising and falling with short, sharp breaths. Her eyes were wide and glossy. She’d submitted to him so fully, and
she hadn’t even known it.
His cock was already twitching for her again.
Wait.
He went to the sink and dampened a cloth with warm water. When he turned back to her, the muted illumination of the safelight
cast her in an amber glow, making her red hair stand out like wildfire. He was struck by her beauty and wondered how she could
ever doubt that about herself.
He kicked off his boots and jeans, and, kneeling across from her, he gently touched the damp cloth to her chest, cleaning
her skin. She trembled as he grazed the valley between her breasts, her chest, her nipples, which looked tight and hard. He
bent and took one in his mouth, sucked and bit. She just slightly sighed, but he felt it everywhere.
Gently, he leaned her back, laying her limp body on the floor. He kissed her lips, her throat, her breasts. Kissed the soft
mound of her belly and the sharp curve of her hip bone. He pulled off her shoes, jeans, and panties and spread her legs to
kneel between them. She watched him, her gaze roaming over his chest, his arms, his now-rigid cock.
Her arms were still tied behind her back, and she arched slightly against him. “I need you. Now.”
“I know. I need you, too.” Impatient, he rolled a condom onto his erection. He was already so hard for her; he wanted to bury
himself inside her again and again.
His eyes locked on hers as he slid into her pussy in one strong thrust, so deep it scooted her a few inches across the floor.
The floor was hard, and her arms were underneath her. Not exactly satin sheets, but he knew what she wanted; she wanted it
hard, raw. And he was more than ready to give her what she wanted.
She was so warm, so tight, and so his. He pumped again, and she cried out, bowing her neck as he lowered his head to kiss
her and then bit her skin lightly. She moaned, wrapping her legs around his hips.
“Yes… bite…”
He did. He moved to her breast and bit the soft flesh just above her nipple, biting as he fucked her, again and again,
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