Relentless by Anna Wells Page A

toward the edge of an orgasm. She was going to climax if he kept doing that.
    Abruptly he pulled back. “Not yet, I don’t want you coming yet.” He tugged her panties off leaving in her nothing but her stockings and shoes. “Spread your legs. I want to see you.”
    She spread her legs while she placed her hands behind her on the table to support herself. Her legs were wide revealing her moist opening to him.
    He moved his hand between her legs and spread her labia apart. “Beautiful. You’re totally creaming for me again.” He lowered his mouth and sucked hard on her clit. He raised his head. “Mmm you taste as good as I remember.” Lowering his mouth once again he speared her velvety channel with his tongue, pumping in and out. She thrust her hips shameless against his mouth seeking the release she craved. He paused pulling away from her as she whimpered.
    “We need to get that pussy trimmed so I can get as close to you as possible. Are you up for that Michaela?”
    Her whole body responded to his words causing her excitement grow at the thought of him running a razor across her pussy and then eating her after. The images running through her mind pulled another groan from her.
    “I’m going to fuck you on the table Michaela and then we’ll go take a shower and I’m going to shave that beautiful cunt bald.”
    “Did you just say cunt?” she asked a little stunned at his use of that word.
    He paused, searching her face. “Did I offend you?” he asked.
    “Strangely, no, it kind of turns me on, but I feel like I should be,” she explained.
    He bent toward her giving her a gentle kiss. “If you feel turned on, just go with it and don’t worry about what you think you should feel.  What happens between us only concerns us.”  He waited for her response and he was satisfied when she nodded.
    He opened his fly while pulling a condom from his pocket.  His erection was huge as he quickly covered it with the condom.  He was still fully dressed and somehow Michaela found it made their encounter on the table even more elicit. 
    “Off the table, turn around and bend over.”
    She could feel her body clenching at his instructions and more moisture building between her thighs while her clit throbbed in anticipation.  He was going to fuck her on the table like he had promised since this morning.   
    She quickly followed his directions and found herself facing away from him bracing herself slightly with her hands. She felt him move up behind her and grab her legs and then he lifted them off the ground while he thrust inside of her in one deep stroke.  
     “Oh My God Jordan that feels so good.” She felt as if he had completely possessed her in one swift stroke.
    “That’s because my cock belongs there.” He began taking long deep strokes as he reached around and fingered her clit. 
    She thrust back as he gripped her thighs meeting him thrust for thrust, wanting him hard and deep. 
    “What do you want Michaela? Tell me what you want.”
    “Just keep fucking me!”
    He stopped moving, demanding. “Okay, tell me that you’re mine.”
    She looked over her shoulder at him and felt lost as she absorbed the consuming passion in his eyes. “I’m yours,” she said and knew it was true that she couldn’t deny it any longer.
    He returned to his fast thrusting pace giving her what she wanted. She loved meeting his hard strokes and the feel of his body slapping against her ass. He began slowing his pace in an effort to make their lovemaking last longer.
    She tried to increase the pace but his hands slid to her hips gripping her tightly forcing her to slow her movements. Michaela protested. “I need it faster. I’m so close,” she begged.
    “I know you’re close, but I want this to last longer for you.” He continued his deep methodical strokes, but he could tell she was going reach her peak soon.
    His hands let her legs drop to the floor and he pulled her up against him. He grabbed both of her