joined his, and she waited, hoping he liked what he saw.
“Stunning underneath the clothing as well.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re very welcome. Now brace yourself on the side of the sofa right here, bend over, and spread your legs, sweetheart.”
She did, hyperaware of being exposed. Vulnerable. His for the taking in this wicked place, where nothing mattered at the moment except slaking their lust.
“Look at you,” he murmured, smoothing his hand over one ass cheek. Dipping his fingers between her pussy lips. “So pretty, your pink pussy already wet and aching to be filled. You want that, don’t you? My cock buried in your sweet channel?”
“Yes, please.” God, she burned.
“Tell me what you want.”
“Fuck me, J.C. Deep and hard, please!”
He removed his fingers and in seconds she heard a package crinkle. Then one hand rested on her hip as he steadied himself and brought the head of his cock to her opening with the other. He pushed inside and they groaned together, electrified by their joining as he slid deeper. And deeper still until he was seated groin to ass and held there, allowing the sensation to heighten.
Gripping her hips, he began to move, taking her in slow thrusts. Out, to the head and in again, so deep and so good. Filling her over and over, the strokes becoming increasingly faster and harder.
“Oh, yeah. Such a hot, tight pussy.”
“Fuck me harder!”
He obliged, slammed into her, flesh slapping in rapid tempo, gripping her so hard that he’d likely leave a few bruises. She loved it, feeling free. Naughty.
As he pushed them higher, she began to unravel, the tight ball of ecstasy blooming until she couldn’t contain the explosion. “Oh, God, yes!”
“Shit ...” One last thrust and he buried himself deep, cock jerking as he filled her with warmth.
She spasmed around his length, and he laid his head on her shoulder as the euphoria faded, leaving a nice fuzzy glow in its wake. After a few moments he withdrew and helped her straighten, kissing her cheek.
“I’m thinking it will be safe to return you to your room. He’s seen us, and he’ll know you were in here with me,” he said.
“Great—let’s go.” Now that the earth had stopped moving, she felt more than a little uneasy standing around in her birthday suit after having hot sex with a stranger in an enemy compound.
They dressed quickly, and he accompanied her back to the bedroom. Instead of bidding her good night and locking her in, however, he came in and closed the door behind him.
“What are you doing?”
“I wanted to say thank you for an amazing ride back there. It was fantastic, even if the rest of the company sucks.”
She sent him a shaky smile. “Thank you, too. I don’t know if I’m an exhibitionist or not, but I hardly think this was a fair test.”
“I think we all have a bit of it in us—it’s just that some of us never tap in to our sexual potential.”
“Someone I know has been trying to teach that to me, and I’m beginning to understand. Or I might, given the right situation.”
“This someone is the man you love.” It wasn’t a question. He was referring to her earlier admission.
“Yes.”
“Are you feeling guilty about tonight?”
“Some,” she admitted. “But . . . he’s a free spirit. And a powerful Dom, too. I guess I never really got how he could claim to want to be with me, yet still enjoy fucking other lovers, doing a ‘scene’ with them, and not see anything wrong with it.”
“You get it now.”
“Yes, or at least I’m getting there. I’m willing to try.”
“I’m glad to hear it,” he said, stalking forward with the grace of a panther. “Because I’m very willing to help you liberate your vanilla mind. Think of me as therapy.”
“Therapy?” She squeaked as he pushed her backward, onto the bed, and crawled on top of her.
“You bet. Get some rest, dear Emma,” he whispered in her ear. “Because the next time I fuck you, I’m going to do it
“Stunning underneath the clothing as well.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re very welcome. Now brace yourself on the side of the sofa right here, bend over, and spread your legs, sweetheart.”
She did, hyperaware of being exposed. Vulnerable. His for the taking in this wicked place, where nothing mattered at the moment except slaking their lust.
“Look at you,” he murmured, smoothing his hand over one ass cheek. Dipping his fingers between her pussy lips. “So pretty, your pink pussy already wet and aching to be filled. You want that, don’t you? My cock buried in your sweet channel?”
“Yes, please.” God, she burned.
“Tell me what you want.”
“Fuck me, J.C. Deep and hard, please!”
He removed his fingers and in seconds she heard a package crinkle. Then one hand rested on her hip as he steadied himself and brought the head of his cock to her opening with the other. He pushed inside and they groaned together, electrified by their joining as he slid deeper. And deeper still until he was seated groin to ass and held there, allowing the sensation to heighten.
Gripping her hips, he began to move, taking her in slow thrusts. Out, to the head and in again, so deep and so good. Filling her over and over, the strokes becoming increasingly faster and harder.
“Oh, yeah. Such a hot, tight pussy.”
“Fuck me harder!”
He obliged, slammed into her, flesh slapping in rapid tempo, gripping her so hard that he’d likely leave a few bruises. She loved it, feeling free. Naughty.
As he pushed them higher, she began to unravel, the tight ball of ecstasy blooming until she couldn’t contain the explosion. “Oh, God, yes!”
“Shit ...” One last thrust and he buried himself deep, cock jerking as he filled her with warmth.
She spasmed around his length, and he laid his head on her shoulder as the euphoria faded, leaving a nice fuzzy glow in its wake. After a few moments he withdrew and helped her straighten, kissing her cheek.
“I’m thinking it will be safe to return you to your room. He’s seen us, and he’ll know you were in here with me,” he said.
“Great—let’s go.” Now that the earth had stopped moving, she felt more than a little uneasy standing around in her birthday suit after having hot sex with a stranger in an enemy compound.
They dressed quickly, and he accompanied her back to the bedroom. Instead of bidding her good night and locking her in, however, he came in and closed the door behind him.
“What are you doing?”
“I wanted to say thank you for an amazing ride back there. It was fantastic, even if the rest of the company sucks.”
She sent him a shaky smile. “Thank you, too. I don’t know if I’m an exhibitionist or not, but I hardly think this was a fair test.”
“I think we all have a bit of it in us—it’s just that some of us never tap in to our sexual potential.”
“Someone I know has been trying to teach that to me, and I’m beginning to understand. Or I might, given the right situation.”
“This someone is the man you love.” It wasn’t a question. He was referring to her earlier admission.
“Yes.”
“Are you feeling guilty about tonight?”
“Some,” she admitted. “But . . . he’s a free spirit. And a powerful Dom, too. I guess I never really got how he could claim to want to be with me, yet still enjoy fucking other lovers, doing a ‘scene’ with them, and not see anything wrong with it.”
“You get it now.”
“Yes, or at least I’m getting there. I’m willing to try.”
“I’m glad to hear it,” he said, stalking forward with the grace of a panther. “Because I’m very willing to help you liberate your vanilla mind. Think of me as therapy.”
“Therapy?” She squeaked as he pushed her backward, onto the bed, and crawled on top of her.
“You bet. Get some rest, dear Emma,” he whispered in her ear. “Because the next time I fuck you, I’m going to do it
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