was let the sensation build and build until I couldn't take it anymore. I moaned loudly and my body began to pulse and shake as it became engulfed in the sensation of my orgasm.
Nate barely gave me time to recover, instead bending me over the arm of the sofa and pulling my skirt up.
"Yeah, bend over for me like that. Good girl," he said. I heard his pants unzipping and soon something all too familiar was pressing against the entrance to my pussy.
"Fuck, I missed your cock," I whimpered. Nate chuckled, obviously appreciating the compliment.
"It missed you too, baby."
I was about to scold him for calling me baby when he slid the entire shaft deep inside me. We hadn't fucked in so long that it actually hurt just a bit. I took a moment to get used to his girth once again before giving him the go ahead to fuck me as hard as he wanted.
"You sure you're ready," he teased. I looked back at him.
"Just fuck me already!"
Nate wasn't one to argue with such a request. He grabbed my hips and slammed his cock inside me, repeating the motion again and again. Every movement sent another wave of pleasure through my body. I couldn't help but scream at the sensation.
Nate reached around and roughly played with my breasts as he fucked me, squeezing and pulling at them with his strong hands. It all felt so good, so incredible. A small voice of doubt in my mind kept nagging me and telling me that this was wrong, but for once I couldn't care less. All I cared about now was Nate's cock and how good it felt to have it inside me.
"Fuck, you're still so tight," he groaned, thrusting harder inside me.
"You're so big," I moaned. My knees began to tremble beneath me.
“Fuck, I think I'm gonna cum!" Nate let his hand slip between my thighs as he fucked me. He began to rub my clit again, speeding up the process. I was feeling so many incredible sensations at once that I knew I couldn't hold on much longer. Nate knew it too.
"Cum for me baby, I like it when you cum," he said, his tongue grazing my ear. I shook my head and dug my nails hard into the arm of the sofa.
"I'm waiting for you," I moaned. He seemed to like this idea. I did too, though I was so close to orgasm now that I didn't know if I could hold on. Nevertheless, I persevered as best I could. Nate gave a few more thrusts before letting out a loud groan.
"Fuck," he said, and I knew I could let go now. I felt my pussy tighten around his cock as another wave of pleasure flowed through my every nerve. He came inside me, hard, and pulled out.
After the two of us had finished panting and come down from the high of our orgasms he looked at me quizzically.
"I thought that you wanted things to be platonic?" he asked. I shook my head.
"Don't ask questions, OK? Not while we're in Paris."
Nate looked like he was considering what I had to say for a minute, before he agreed.
"OK, no questions. What happens in Paris stays in Paris."
Nate
Everything I thought about Paris being boring and overrated was forgotten when I spent time with Ruby there. During our time together we saw every sight, sampled every bit of local produce that we could find and bought tack souvenirs from every store.
"I studied French at high school," said Ruby, as she bought yet another model of the Eiffel Tower, "Souvenir means 'to remember'. It's a pretty good name, isn't it?"
I agreed with her.
Every night when we got back to the apartment we fucked. In her bedroom, in mine, in the bathroom, even on the living room floor. Neither of us ever asked what anything meant and we slept in our own beds every night. It was strange, but for those few days it worked. I couldn't help but wonder what would happen between us when we returned home. It still struck me as weird that I cared. After all, there were plenty of women in the world. There were certainly plenty of women who would be happy to sleep with a tattooed billionaire if they got the
Nate barely gave me time to recover, instead bending me over the arm of the sofa and pulling my skirt up.
"Yeah, bend over for me like that. Good girl," he said. I heard his pants unzipping and soon something all too familiar was pressing against the entrance to my pussy.
"Fuck, I missed your cock," I whimpered. Nate chuckled, obviously appreciating the compliment.
"It missed you too, baby."
I was about to scold him for calling me baby when he slid the entire shaft deep inside me. We hadn't fucked in so long that it actually hurt just a bit. I took a moment to get used to his girth once again before giving him the go ahead to fuck me as hard as he wanted.
"You sure you're ready," he teased. I looked back at him.
"Just fuck me already!"
Nate wasn't one to argue with such a request. He grabbed my hips and slammed his cock inside me, repeating the motion again and again. Every movement sent another wave of pleasure through my body. I couldn't help but scream at the sensation.
Nate reached around and roughly played with my breasts as he fucked me, squeezing and pulling at them with his strong hands. It all felt so good, so incredible. A small voice of doubt in my mind kept nagging me and telling me that this was wrong, but for once I couldn't care less. All I cared about now was Nate's cock and how good it felt to have it inside me.
"Fuck, you're still so tight," he groaned, thrusting harder inside me.
"You're so big," I moaned. My knees began to tremble beneath me.
“Fuck, I think I'm gonna cum!" Nate let his hand slip between my thighs as he fucked me. He began to rub my clit again, speeding up the process. I was feeling so many incredible sensations at once that I knew I couldn't hold on much longer. Nate knew it too.
"Cum for me baby, I like it when you cum," he said, his tongue grazing my ear. I shook my head and dug my nails hard into the arm of the sofa.
"I'm waiting for you," I moaned. He seemed to like this idea. I did too, though I was so close to orgasm now that I didn't know if I could hold on. Nevertheless, I persevered as best I could. Nate gave a few more thrusts before letting out a loud groan.
"Fuck," he said, and I knew I could let go now. I felt my pussy tighten around his cock as another wave of pleasure flowed through my every nerve. He came inside me, hard, and pulled out.
After the two of us had finished panting and come down from the high of our orgasms he looked at me quizzically.
"I thought that you wanted things to be platonic?" he asked. I shook my head.
"Don't ask questions, OK? Not while we're in Paris."
Nate looked like he was considering what I had to say for a minute, before he agreed.
"OK, no questions. What happens in Paris stays in Paris."
Nate
Everything I thought about Paris being boring and overrated was forgotten when I spent time with Ruby there. During our time together we saw every sight, sampled every bit of local produce that we could find and bought tack souvenirs from every store.
"I studied French at high school," said Ruby, as she bought yet another model of the Eiffel Tower, "Souvenir means 'to remember'. It's a pretty good name, isn't it?"
I agreed with her.
Every night when we got back to the apartment we fucked. In her bedroom, in mine, in the bathroom, even on the living room floor. Neither of us ever asked what anything meant and we slept in our own beds every night. It was strange, but for those few days it worked. I couldn't help but wonder what would happen between us when we returned home. It still struck me as weird that I cared. After all, there were plenty of women in the world. There were certainly plenty of women who would be happy to sleep with a tattooed billionaire if they got the
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