much sooner than he would have liked.
His balls tightened almost painfully and then a rush of relief and pleasure washed over him as he came. He groaned low and feral as a stream of his cum beat against the back of her throat. She gagged slightly, but didn't pull back. Instead, she swallowed every ounce of his warm seed, and as she pulled away she licked the remaining drips of his cum from the tip.
*****
Once he finished pulling up his jeans and doing them up, he helped her to her feet. When she was standing, he bent, slipped an arm under her legs and back, and scooped her up into his arms, holding her tight to his chest. Hanna wrapped her arms around his neck and snuggled tight to him. Her pussy was throbbing, with her need and desire.
"So what do you have planned Mr. Savage?"
He grinned down at her as he began walking towards the winding staircase, the feral hunger still gleaming in his eyes. "Oh, I have a few ideas."
"Really?" Leaning into him, she nipped at the side of his neck and then ran the tip of her tongue from his collarbone to his ear. "Like what?"
They began to ascend the staircase, Bo carrying her effortlessly up the stairs, as if she weighed nothing. "Hmmm." He shook his head with a hint of a smile on his lips. "You'll know soon enough."
Carrying her securely in his arms, they reached the top of the staircase and headed for the bedroom. Once in the bedroom, Bo took her over to the bed, and gently laid her down on it. Fisting the front of his t-shirt, she pulled him down with her, his body partially covering hers.
"So are you going to make me wait again tonight?" Hanna teased. By the look in his eyes she doubted it, but...
He settled next to her, lying on his side, facing her braced up on his elbow. "Well. I should, at least wait until I get off tour. I don't want you thinking I'm using you as some sort of couple day fling." He hooked his index finger into the button on her bodice and undid it, then the next, and then next.
Her heart sank, and her throbbing pussy screamed out its protest.
"But..." He lowered his mouth to her collarbone and kissed his way to the center of her chest.
"But..." she prompted.
His fingers finished with the buttons on her bodice and parted the fabric.
She moaned softly, her nipples tightened under the thin lace as the cool air caressed them. "I wouldn't think that."
He raised a brow at her, and smiled, but didn't say anything. He slipped the dress from her shoulders and gently tugged it down. Her entire body was beginning to ache for him. Going another night, without feeling his gorgeous body claiming hers, was not an option. She had no doubt of his intentions - not even the slightest. He felt right. His aftershave tickled her nose; the scent drawing her in, demanding she get closer and indulge herself in him.
He slowly slid the dress down her torso, hips, down her thighs and off - leaving her trembling with desire for him, wearing only her matching bra and panties.
Leaning down, Bo's lips grazed hers and he ran his hand over her hip. "You're trembling. Are you cold?" He pulled back, concern in his eyes.
His concern touched her. Fisting the front of his t-shirt, she pulled him forcefully, down to her. "No."
He groaned as his lips claimed hers, demanding her surrender. She gave in to him, her lips parted, inviting him in. As their tongues touched and duelled, her hands lowered between their bodies, finding his belt and frantically undoing it and his jeans. Hooking her thumbs into the waistband of his jeans she tugged them down, along with his boxer briefs, exposing his swollen member. She wrapped her hand around his cock, and began stroking him.
"Hanna. Baby..." He murmured between frantic kisses, his cock jerking in her hand.
"Less talk. More undressing Bo."
Bo froze, and pulled back catching her eyes. As their eyes locked, the glimmer of indecision vanished from his grey eyes; desire taking its place, as wide grin touched his lips. "Yes ma'am."
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His balls tightened almost painfully and then a rush of relief and pleasure washed over him as he came. He groaned low and feral as a stream of his cum beat against the back of her throat. She gagged slightly, but didn't pull back. Instead, she swallowed every ounce of his warm seed, and as she pulled away she licked the remaining drips of his cum from the tip.
*****
Once he finished pulling up his jeans and doing them up, he helped her to her feet. When she was standing, he bent, slipped an arm under her legs and back, and scooped her up into his arms, holding her tight to his chest. Hanna wrapped her arms around his neck and snuggled tight to him. Her pussy was throbbing, with her need and desire.
"So what do you have planned Mr. Savage?"
He grinned down at her as he began walking towards the winding staircase, the feral hunger still gleaming in his eyes. "Oh, I have a few ideas."
"Really?" Leaning into him, she nipped at the side of his neck and then ran the tip of her tongue from his collarbone to his ear. "Like what?"
They began to ascend the staircase, Bo carrying her effortlessly up the stairs, as if she weighed nothing. "Hmmm." He shook his head with a hint of a smile on his lips. "You'll know soon enough."
Carrying her securely in his arms, they reached the top of the staircase and headed for the bedroom. Once in the bedroom, Bo took her over to the bed, and gently laid her down on it. Fisting the front of his t-shirt, she pulled him down with her, his body partially covering hers.
"So are you going to make me wait again tonight?" Hanna teased. By the look in his eyes she doubted it, but...
He settled next to her, lying on his side, facing her braced up on his elbow. "Well. I should, at least wait until I get off tour. I don't want you thinking I'm using you as some sort of couple day fling." He hooked his index finger into the button on her bodice and undid it, then the next, and then next.
Her heart sank, and her throbbing pussy screamed out its protest.
"But..." He lowered his mouth to her collarbone and kissed his way to the center of her chest.
"But..." she prompted.
His fingers finished with the buttons on her bodice and parted the fabric.
She moaned softly, her nipples tightened under the thin lace as the cool air caressed them. "I wouldn't think that."
He raised a brow at her, and smiled, but didn't say anything. He slipped the dress from her shoulders and gently tugged it down. Her entire body was beginning to ache for him. Going another night, without feeling his gorgeous body claiming hers, was not an option. She had no doubt of his intentions - not even the slightest. He felt right. His aftershave tickled her nose; the scent drawing her in, demanding she get closer and indulge herself in him.
He slowly slid the dress down her torso, hips, down her thighs and off - leaving her trembling with desire for him, wearing only her matching bra and panties.
Leaning down, Bo's lips grazed hers and he ran his hand over her hip. "You're trembling. Are you cold?" He pulled back, concern in his eyes.
His concern touched her. Fisting the front of his t-shirt, she pulled him forcefully, down to her. "No."
He groaned as his lips claimed hers, demanding her surrender. She gave in to him, her lips parted, inviting him in. As their tongues touched and duelled, her hands lowered between their bodies, finding his belt and frantically undoing it and his jeans. Hooking her thumbs into the waistband of his jeans she tugged them down, along with his boxer briefs, exposing his swollen member. She wrapped her hand around his cock, and began stroking him.
"Hanna. Baby..." He murmured between frantic kisses, his cock jerking in her hand.
"Less talk. More undressing Bo."
Bo froze, and pulled back catching her eyes. As their eyes locked, the glimmer of indecision vanished from his grey eyes; desire taking its place, as wide grin touched his lips. "Yes ma'am."
Sliding off of
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